A very special day at Dog Beach

We went to dog beach for the first time in a very long time. It was a stellar day. This is winter in Southern California. It was 70 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. The visibility was spectacular. Everyone was enjoying the beach. 

This guy had had a stroke and couldn't walk very well. But he still got to go. He was happily barking as he rode along.

This little one may have been enjoying the beach for the first time

And Toby, of course was in doggie heaven.
Our son, Michael, who passed away last year seemed to be there too. 

Here is a picture of Michael taken about two years ago.
When I got home and uploaded the pictures from today, I found this picture.

Look at the tall man in the middle of the picture. Who does he look like?
I have felt Michael close to me for the last few days. I had a wonderful dream about him the other day. We (a few family members) were sitting outside when he walked up and joined us. He was looking his best, tall and lean and handsome. The next part of the dream he was in his car getting it ready for a camping trip. Mike loved to go up into the Sierra by himself and camp for a few days. Mike seems to be wandering around checking in with some of the happy memories of his life.
Sometimes I feel like crying as all the memories come flooding back. But it's ok.