This post is in response to the Weekend Writing prompt.



Photo Credit … Danny James

We walked this beach many times. As little girls we promised to be best friends forever. Then came careers, husbands and children of our own. The walks became less frequent. We compared notes on our life’s progress until the pain from the pancreatic cancer became unbearable. Your daughter’s words still haunt me today. “You better come quick. Mom’s dying.”




2 thoughts on “Seashore

  1. Ennle Madresan March 14, 2019 / 1:11 pm

    Oh gosh, a heart-grabber.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Dale March 11, 2019 / 3:57 pm

    Where did my comment go?
    This is beautifully done.

    Liked by 1 person

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