Memories of Jones Beach
Peter always loved Jones Beach. When we first met, it was one of the first places he took me. It was a pleasant summer evening. We had both come straight from work. He was in a suit and I was in a flowing silk dress and heels. As we walked on the boardwalk, you could hear the waves on one side of the walkway and the sound of music and laughter on the other. It was one of those nights where there was all kinds of live entertainment on the boardwalk - square dancing, swinging, a small band playing. People sang along to their music. We sauntered about, observed the crowds as we talked, getting acquainted with each other. At one point, my toes clenched up in pain from walking such a distance in heels. I sat down, took off my shoes, and began to massage my toes. Peter gently pushed my hands away and began to massage them, showing his caring ways. As the years went by, we visited Jones Beach countless times, enjoying moments both in summer and winter, finding peace and joy in each other’s company.
One summer morning, we rose early to watch the sun rise at Jones Beach, sharing coffee and sandwiches while wrapped in a warm blanket, silently appreciating the magical moment as the sun illuminated the sky and ocean. This shared experience was a cherished memory that symbolized the beauty of our connection.
On the last day before Peter’s passing, he expressed a desire to visit Jones Beach once more, but due to physical limitations, they redirected their plans to Oakland Lake Park. Reflecting back on that day, Grandma Stella regrets not seizing the opportunity to accompany Peter to his beloved spot, feeling the weight of her decision in his absence. Despite the passing years, the memories and feelings of love for Peter remain vivid, leaving a void she can never fill.