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The Last Hurrah? I Don’t Think So

Posted on September 5, 2010 By Sister Rain


I am down at the New Jersey Shore with my Mom and my husband for a long Labor Day weekend. Many consider this the end of shore visits until next summer, but my Mom and I will continue to visit in the fall and then we’ll be back in the winter.

Today on the beach I saw a very sad site. Some broken beach chairs were left by the trash cans as they had seen their last day of being unfolded and set in the sand. I realize there is no sense in taking a broken beach chair home and perhaps the proper place to leave it is in the sand.

I got to wondering:

Where do beach chairs go when they die?

I believe they go to Heaven, where the angels sit in them and watch the waves and the ocean.

For there is no doubt the ocean is in Heaven.

And the broken beach chairs aren’t broken anymore and they sit in the sand again.

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