When I think of summer and what it means to me, the first thing I think of is visiting Grandpa at the beach. To me, summer means:
beautiful sunsets
watching the surfers
listening to the waves come in
digging my feet into the sand
chillin’ and reading on the beach
sunshine
Grandpa’s house
playing aggravation
frozen bananas
playing in the water
walking to the pier
and so much more.
this summer, added to that list is missing Grandpa. Missing the joy and excitement of playing games with him, missing him dropping off the newspaper every morning and hearing his voice.
what is summer to you?
