Just some thoughts:
Just a few blocks from the 20th floor condo in Panama City Beach where we were staying is a pier. A long pier, jutting out into the ocean.
During the six weeks there I would often walk that pier, 1500 feet out, 1500 feet back. Something caught my attention the first time and most every time I walked the pier. The benches. There were a number of benches along that walk . Very nice wooden benches and each of those benches has something imprinted on them.
“I love the sand.”–Adris Pender
“I love the beach.” -William Pender
“I love the water.” –Anderson Pender
“Gone fishing.”-Kay & Harold Smith
“In loving memory of ‘Pops.,”-Skip Garing
“Fair winds and following seas.”-Ian Raymond McKeever
“Daddy loved fishing.”-Larry Cohen
“In memory of Ray H. Huffing.”–Jr. Huffing
“In honor of.”-Gou Yuxin 2014
“Living the dream.”-Phil & Melinda Edwards
“In loving memory of,”-Bobby Graham 2014
But one particular bench reading caught my attention every time I walk that pier, it reads:
“My last summer 2012.”–Linda Sue Stacy
Two thoughts: As I am now “Sunset Strip” (77) birthday I find myself thinking more about that word: “Last.”
Also, I wonder what one might have imprinted on a bench somewhere regarding each of us. Or would we even be called to other’s memory?
February 24, 2019
Posted April 2, 2019