“Dude, I am so hungover,” he told the redhead.
She laughed, while I tried to block them out. I cursed them for ruining my moment! I expected a little more decency today of all days. I wasn’t asking for porch dwellers with violins, but I had been hoping for a little peace and quiet.
“I miss that bitch!” I heard the man behind me say.
“Who? Your ex-wife?” the redhead asked.
He grunted, “Yes.”
“It’s okay to miss her,” she said.
“You know I still have our wedding pictures,” he replied.
“It’s important to hold on to memories, as long as you don’t hold on too tightly,” she told him.
It was as if she was speaking directly to me. I wanted to shout out “thank you” and maybe even “sorry” for judging you so quickly. It may not have been Don LaFontaine or a lady with a violin, but the redhead and her hungover friend spoke exactly what I needed to hear.
My day remembering my dad may not have turned out exactly as I would have expected, but nonetheless it was perfect. I sat quietly on the beach taking in the sound of the water and the murmur of a hungover dude and his rebound girlfriend while thinking of my dad. I couldn’t have asked for more.