The gift I chose to give my father this weekend arrived today. It is a picture of the two of us at Seaside Heights, NJ, taken, most likely, by my mother in 1960 or 1961. I see my expression and pity the little girl who seemed so innocently happy, loved and secure. Within five years that world ended. I don't remember much from the picture, but I do remember the bathing suit. My first 2-piece! It was red and white. I remember the warm sun, the sand, the ocean sounds and smells, living carefree and spoiled. Unfortunately, I don't remember my mom at all anymore. Forty-three years will do much to erase a person's smell, look and sound. Ironically, although my dad is still alive, I don't much remember the "dad" from that time. I think a tear will fall from both our eyes when he sees it and remembers the time when Camelot existed.
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