There is no such thing as a bad beach day
-Elaine, every summer day
Mom lived for the beach. It was in her soul, part of her DNA, who she was. Salt air and sand in her toes made her feel more alive than anything. It is no wonder that I found her there on an early morning beach walk. It was both lovely and heartbreaking.
Your mother was absolutely right. It seems that there is no place more peaceful and comforting than the beach.