About the only use for the lagoon is that it is now part of the Intracoastal Waterway, and it is used by boaters for skiing and as passageway to the ocean.
|Barracuda are attracted to shiny objectss|
A long fishing pier had been built at the beach, and it attracted surfers that liked the breakers that develped there. I understand that part of the pier was heavily damaged (washed away) from a couple of hurricanes in the early 2000s, but it has since been rebuilt.
|Beach-goers near Lake Worth pier.|
Being a little Irishman, his skin was very white. When he cried, he would turn bright red. So, here I was, carrying this red, bawling infant up the beach, and we became the object of derision. "Cover that baby up! Look at how sunburned he is." "We should have you arrested for child abuse." Back at the umbrella, I told my friend to pack it up, we were getting out of there.
It took me several months to get up the courage to take him back to the beach. By then he was toddling around. He loved it. He would dig in the sand with his little shovel and pail, and we would play in the warm ocean waves. Soon I was pregnant with Molly, but we continued to frequent the beach.
|Surfers near Lake Worth Pier|
Frantically, I plodded further out into the water and still he was nowhere to be seen. What seemed like several minutes was probably only several seconds. Suddenly, released from the pull of the undertow, he popped up not far from me. He had a dazed and confused look on his face and was otherwise unharmed.
I will never forget those horrifying moments when my child was ripped away from me and there was nothing I could do about it. That is my greatest fear---not being able to protect my children. Now, they are grown, and since they live away from home, I'm not privy to their activities. It has been hard adjusting to not being there every step of the way. I know this is normal, but I still retain the fear from that lifechanging moment when my child was lost.
So many mothers lose their children. I was a fortunate one that regained the life of my baby. Recently, a group of crocheters on Facebook formed a community that sews memory blankets for parents who have lost a child through illness or other tragedy. We each crochet 6 inch squares that one of the members will sew together to form the blanket. It is then sent to the family along with notes and cards from the crocheters that helped created the blanket.
|One of the memory blankets being created|