On June 14th, the day before Beamer was tragically paralyzed while playing in the backyard. We went for a hike with a few friends to Lighthouse Point. There is a brilliant cliff-side view of the Indian Arm, a wide river-like stretch of the Pacific littered with forested islands and wildlife galore.
It was the first nice day after more than a handful of rainy ones. The sky was periwinkle blue. The ocean was dimpled with soft waves. And there was a smile on my face and one in B's heart, I am sure.
Had I known that it would be our last day together, I would not have spent it any other way.
