Last weekend the family all got together for a bittersweet reason: To lay our mother's ashes (1/2 of them) in our father's grave. While the reason for our gathering was sad, the weekend itself was wonderful: Good company, good weather, and a not-so-good hotel...
The girls (and Jack!) went to Uncle Bill's Surf School again---but this time they got up! Multiple times. And rode many, many (really small) waves! The joy on their faces took away the sadness of the weekend....
Uncle Bill and Ellie
Uncle Bill and Quincy
Cousin Jack Cousin Ryan
Aunt Jill
The girls (and Jack!) went to Uncle Bill's Surf School again---but this time they got up! Multiple times. And rode many, many (really small) waves! The joy on their faces took away the sadness of the weekend....
Ellie, Jack, and Quincy
Uncle Joe
Aunt Jill
Aunt Liz. Possibly the nicest human on the planet.
Quincy was born to be on the beach.....Patrick, not so much!
Before we left for home we were all lucky enough to get one last look at the house (including the inside!) that we spent our teenage years in. Above is the view from the dock in the back of the property. What you can't see in the above photo are the three Manatee frolicking in the water. They were so cute I wanted to jump in and hug them. But then I remembered the alligators and I decided against it.
