Hi all
My Grandma passed away this week and I wrote this fiction today. It just flowed from me and I thought I would share it with you all
My Grandma passed away this week and I wrote this fiction today. It just flowed from me and I thought I would share it with you all
As I walk gazing up at the sunset, I wonder whether she is looking down at me from above and knows that I am thinking about her and have been every day since.
I walk through the woods, hearing leaves rustling under my feet and feel the cool Autumn breeze on my face. I reach a clearing and see an old oak tree standing magnificently in front of me; I walk towards it and sit by its roots, wondering how many people have sat where I am now.
I gaze out, seeing all the glorious colours of a September evening, as if mother nature is delighted to share her beautiful creation with me.
I close my eyes and hear a bird song so sweet an angel could have sung it and I stay like this in this serene paradise for a while. I think about all the times we spent together, when we laughed and cried, when we annoyed each other, and wonder if she is thinking about them too.
I open my eyes and stare back at the sky, as orange as a flame dancing on an open fire and a tear escapes from my eyes, trickling down my cheek. I let it fall as I whisper "I love you Grandma."
I walk through the woods, hearing leaves rustling under my feet and feel the cool Autumn breeze on my face. I reach a clearing and see an old oak tree standing magnificently in front of me; I walk towards it and sit by its roots, wondering how many people have sat where I am now.
I gaze out, seeing all the glorious colours of a September evening, as if mother nature is delighted to share her beautiful creation with me.
I close my eyes and hear a bird song so sweet an angel could have sung it and I stay like this in this serene paradise for a while. I think about all the times we spent together, when we laughed and cried, when we annoyed each other, and wonder if she is thinking about them too.
I open my eyes and stare back at the sky, as orange as a flame dancing on an open fire and a tear escapes from my eyes, trickling down my cheek. I let it fall as I whisper "I love you Grandma."
