I haven't had much time to think or blog since I got to South Carolina. I arrived late after getting lost out of the Atlanta airport. And unforunately I wasn't able to see my mom, Sharon, the one last time that she would have liked before she died. She died in the loving company of her husband and my sister.
After that I spent most of the first day shuttling people around, followed by lots of cooking and baking. I made the cinammon rolls my mom asked for and everyone enjoyed those.
This morning we spent putting together a geocache and using the boat to take it out to a nice spot overlooking the water. I added this note to the cache:
Welcome to Sharon's Cache. We are glad you found it. We had a lot of fun putting it here.
We started this cache after Sharon Luria was taken from us too young. She loved her hiking, she loved the water and loved going outdoors. And, of course, she loved geocaching with her plentiful grandkids. In that spirit, we hope the toys in this cache bring some joy to you, your family, your kids. And that you will leave a little something behind for the next person and their family.
As the kids rummage through the box take a little time to look out on the water and reflect on those who have come before, how much they meant to you. And spend a moment to ponder that what's behind you is who you are, but what you do next is what you will become.
- Jenny, Jack, Scott, Carlos and Marsha
Proud members of Team Sharon
It was fun to put it all together. And it helps provide a little closure for the folks that are here who will leave before Mom's ashes are ready. I'll probably leave on Thursday or so after getting everyone off to their airports, and maybe meeting with my Dad. The ashes will likely be ready by then and I'll take home a small portion to sprinkle somewhere on Pebble Beach. It's clear to me now how much the goal of surviving until she could play in California meant to her, and I would like to give her that even if only as a fleeting impression on a blustery day over a course she had never seen but which hosted on of her heroes, Tiger Woods.
I haven't had an awful lot of time to think about this, but while I miss Mom now, what I miss more is the potential of what she could have brought to Megan.
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