Holden Beach is where our family gathers every year since moving to Charlotte. The place we would be together before Joe headed back to McCallie and the boys would start school. And the year Joe was dying Holden Beach was where we spent the last summer together. It was the summer Joe wanted us to tell him about his childhood since the last round of chemo stripped him of his memories. It was the time we put him on the bus to Charleston to commence the first North Hutch Reunion. It is where his ashes were spread just a year ago.
The waves are big, thanks to two storms, and the rip tide is dangerous; but knowing Joe he would be riding those waves throwing caution to the wind. What did he have to lose except losing the experience.
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