...as I stood on the edge of the wooden foot bridge, that crossed over the creek, that wound through the forest. It was a beautiful day and I was happy. I was walking along, taking my time [as usual, since I always have my camera with me], listening to the birds singing, listening to the trees moaning as they rubbed against each other with the gentle breeze. I had crossed this bridge a hundred times, more often than not, just crossing over, maybe looking at the rocks, taking a photo of the babbling water, or seeing if I could catch a glimpse of a fish or a salamander. But this day was different...as I stood on the edge of bridge, I looked straight down and there she was...my grandmother...
...looking back up at me with that smile I fell in love with as a tiny little girl, those arms that would hug me and squeeze me tight and those lips that would kiss my cheek and say "I love you". I could never forget those pretty hazel blue/green eyes that sparkled with life and would almost close entirely when she laughed really hard, and those long thin graceful fingers that, most certainly, could have played Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" or Debussy's "Clair de Lune" on the piano, with grace and perfection.
It had been a long time since I had seen her, you see, she's flown to the dark side of the moon, along with my father and my little sister, but here, today, she was right there. It was one of the best walks through the woods I had ever had.
[my grandmother with 4 of her 5 children ---that's my father]
When I got home, I took a long bath, changed into my sleeping cloths and then looked at myself in the mirror...and there she was again.
love and peace always ~ Kathy
"never regret growing old...it's a privilege denied to many"
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