The Atlantic

I come to the Outer Banks every year. Been doing this for the last 9 years. Usually for one week but this week I decided to stay for two weeks. The most frequent comment I got from people at work when I told them was "won't you get bored?" I have to go back home in two days and I could easily stay another two weeks. I sit on the beach all day and I am not in the least bit bored. It utterly and completely relaxes me to sit on the beach in Corolla, NC all day every day for two weeks. The sound of the surf and the smell of the air, the sun and sand, and that beautiful blue sky. The Atlantic just takes every bit of stress I've got away and it keeps coming back to see if it can take more. On December 31, 2005, my wife of 13 and a half years lost her 8 year battle with breast cancer. This is my first trip down here without her and I miss her so much. The Atlantic just keeps taking away the pain that I cannot make go away with Stoli. I don't feel sorry for myself. I just feel so distraught that such a wonderful, loving, big-hearted woman who wanted only for every person she met to be fulfilled in their lives had to have her life cut short in such a distressing, humiliating, painful, and barbaric manner as dying of cancer. I'm sorry baby. I could not stop it. I could not protect you. I love you.