August 5th is the anniversary of my mother’s death. Every year I drive out to the coast of Peggy’s Cove. A place she enjoyed very much when she visited. Near by is a memorial that offers a beautiful look over the ocean. It has a serene feel to it and is dedicated to a Swissair flight and its passengers that lost their lives near by in the Atlantic, 19 years ago.
Just off the memorial is a path that leads towards the ocean. I always take it to get away from the hustle and bustle at the memorial during the tourist season. The smooth rounded rocks invite to sit and journal. (smile)
While sitting above the ocean I have a conversation with my mother which I write down as a letter. It helps me to reflect and share with her like we used to do. It always brings a feeling of calmness and strength.
So yesterday, sitting just a few meters beside the path leading down to the ocean I realized that more and more people took the path down to get closer to the Ocean.
Black rocks just off the surf show that the waves swap over on a regular basis. Locals know better than to get on these rocks because there can be rogue waves. These waves form underneath the surface and have surprised people standing on the rocks. They are forceful and have taken lives in the past.
While I was sitting there I heard my mother’s voice inside. “Tell them!”
I knew immediately what she meant. For the rest of the time I was there I stopped people on their way down with the words: “Excuse me, are you local?” If yes, I said: “Then you know about the black rocks and the rogue waves?” If not, I explained the danger on the black rocks.
It was interesting to see the reactions. Some were dismissive, some were grateful, and some got into a nice conversation.
The interactions were a great addition to my time there.
In the evening I contemplated on the day. I remembered how my mother drove me nuts sometimes. Stopping strangers in a Mall or on the street, starting a conversation about this or that. (smile) For my, at the time, child ears insignificant conversations but important to her.
Do you communicate with your loved one too?
What are your experiences?
I would love to hear your stories.
Take good care,