Janet drove her Highlander alongside the shops and eateries of Lincoln City"s Harbor Boulevard. The road running through town was quiet this time of year. The tourists had left, leaving the hardy coastal residents behind to hunker down for the approaching winter. Heading toward Fogarty, she glanced at the blue marble urn on the passenger seat. This year"s pilgrimage to the beach where so much of her past had been defined marked yet another turning point in her life.
Her beloved husband, Neil, would be joining her father, their ashes comingling on the beach she loved. But as far as she was concerned, it was too soon. It was hard to believe he"d been gone almost a whole year. She thought about his last days at Hazelnut before his body gave up and finally quit. It had been a long haul for th
