Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The beach always brings back bittersweet memories for me. I remember my brother, two children, three cousins and I heading out to Coney Island for a day in the sand and surf. We walked along the boardwalk, swam in the ocean and watched animal show in the Aquarium. It was a glorious day with family.
Now with my brother gone, I have not returned to Coney Island. I'd much rather drive several hundred miles to Atlantic City and walk it's casino-lined boardwalk. The throngs of people drown out the sorrow and desolation that accompanies loss. Maybe one day, I'll go back.
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