Bridge and San Franciisco. The beach at this end
of the cove was a very nice brown sand. This is the
end where I scattered Sandy's ashes one year ealier. At that time I could not tell you what this beach looked like and could only tell you that the weather was nice.
I arranged the roses on the west end of the beach and meditated, thinking of Sandy and wishing she was still alive and with me. But there is nothing I can do to bring her back and I am moving forward with my life, as she would have wanted. I will never forget her and will continue to love her no matter what. (continued on the next page)
