I have always loved seeing the ocean. I’ve been lucky enough to see the ocean when
it is peaceful and when it is storming.
I’ve seen the calming, relaxing waves as they come to shore and I have
seen the larger waves during a storm that shows the power of the ocean.
I can remember the very first time I saw the ocean, not the
exact day, but the circumstances around it.
I was at Marine Corps bootcamp and I was 18 years old. We were on a hump,
or what civilians would call a hike, except we were in uniform, wearing combat
boots and carrying about 70 pounds on our back. I remember the first glimpse of the ocean
and its beauty and how it seemed to just go on forever. I remember
getting to the beach and seeing, hearing, and smelling the salt water. If I close my eyes and think hard enough, I
can feel that memory. It is one of my
favorite memories.
I remember the last time I saw the ocean; it was during the
summer of 2020. I returned to a beach
where I had a lot of memories in North Carolina. I had been to the ocean several times since
I left North Carolina in 1994 but I had not been back to that location in 26
years.
During that trip we spent four days staying on the beach, and
I think I felt every emotion possible.
This was not something I was expecting or prepared for. I had so many happy and so many sad memories
attached to this part of the ocean. It
was from what seemed to be like a different life of mine. When planning this trip all I could think
about was how nice it would be to see some of the same areas, see the base I
was stationed at, and see the ocean where we used to go on weekends on a
regular basis.
When we arrived at the hotel our rooms had a view of the
ocean and a patio with a door that opened so I could see, hear and smell the
ocean again. We were going to be there for
several days. I was so excited; yet, within an hour of being in my room, I
started to cry, and I could not figure out why. I was just overwhelmed with
emotions. Often, I felt some emotion when looking at
the ocean, but this was different.
As my feelings of being overwhelmed started to settle, I
looked at the ocean. It became clear
what was happening. So many memories were
rushing in. Almost like every wave that
crashed on the shore, was another memory.
Some memories where happy, some were sad, and some brought up some complex
emotions.
Some of the happy memories that the ocean brought me that
week.
Memories of Christmas 1992 – my mom, dad and brother skipped
buying gifts for each other and used the money to come out to North Carolina to
visit us and to meet Joshua, their first grandchild and my brother’s first nephew. On Christmas Day we went to the ocean. My mom, brother and I walked in the ocean even
though it was too cold to swim. We laughed
and had so much fun! This was the one and only time my brother got
to see the ocean. This trip was also the last time I ever got to see him alive. I am so thankful that fun memory.
Another happy memory the ocean reminded me of was weekend trips
with my oldest son Josh, when he was a baby. I remember one time while crawling
on the beach he decided to crawl right towards the ocean! Luckily as fast as he
was, we were a little faster and prevented him from crawling into the ocean.
The ocean brought me some memories that weren’t so happy
On March 21st 1993 my wife at the time, Josh and
I went to spend the day at the ocean. It was such a beautiful day and we
enjoyed the waves and sun. When we got
home, the phone was ringing. When I answered the phone it was my dad. He told me my brother had been in a car
accident and died. I have felt so much
hurt and pain over this day. Losing my
brother was painful. I felt guilty for
enjoying the day, while my brother’s life was cut short. I also felt guilt and
anger at myself because my parents had been trying to get ahold of me, but we
were at the beach and I wasn’t there for my family. If I could have gotten the phone call sooner,
maybe I could have got a flight out that day instead of waiting until the next
day. So much pain associated with that
memory.
On July 18th, 1993, my wife at the time, Josh and
I went to the beach that day. But that
day was different. I had already made
the decision to end my life and it was going to be that day. This trip to the beach was my way of saying
goodbye to my immediate family. After
returning home that afternoon, I attempted to end my life. Thankfully my wife interrupted my attempt.
As I sat in my room last summer watching the ocean, it
continued to bring me so many memories.
At one point, I became angry. I
was angry for the version of myself I lost 26 years ago. I was on a path, the path I thought I wanted
to be on and everything changed. For a few minutes I felt like the ocean was
slapping me in face with each wave reminding me of what my life could have been
like.
Throughout the four days we were there I spent hours just
watching the ocean from my room. At
first I really regretted returning to this particular part of the ocean. I never actually went into the ocean on
that trip. However, over those four days
of having the ocean bring in these memories, it ultimately became a healing
process for me. I think that it helped
me make peace with part of my past that was still holding me back.
During this trip, I accepted that part of my life was gone. I also realized I am incredibly happy with my current
life. I accepted I can have sad times,
but ultimately still be happy and thankful.
I am thankful for the memories of my mom, dad, and brother that
Christmas Day. I am thankful for the
other memories of the ocean I shared with my mom and dad. In the last few
years, we visited the ocean in California and on the east coast. I am thankful for the memories with my
children and grandchildren from our visits to the ocean on two different
vacations. I am so appreciative of the
four days I spent with my memories of the ocean and that process of
healing.
The ocean brought me so many memories during this trip, it
makes me wonder if the ocean remembers.
