Over The Fence

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

A woman suddenly remembers the day she was told she was just like he grandma

(this story was written in honor of my grandmother eho passed away when I was a child. May she rest in peace- Tomorrow is her birthday and I will write another story to continue to honor her on her special day)


Now standing in my own backyard, I remember back to my childhood. Looking around my gaze moved over the fence into my neighbor’s yard. I do it not to eves drop but to bring back cherished memories of my grandma.


It was at the age of 13 when she passed away, and that was the year I saw the kind of relationship that she had forged — over the fence.


After her funeral, close friends and family gathered at her home to remember her and comfort each other.

While they were in the living room I was in the kitchen fixing food for everyone. Within minutes someone knocked on the door and after a brief dialogue entered. I was standing by the stove when they entered the kitchen.


“You are just like your grandma, always thinking of others before herself.” I turned and saw the woman who lived across the fence.


“Hello Senora Flores. The guests need to be fed.” I continued as I turned to stir what was in the pot.


“Child, you need to be in there with your family and those who came to honor her. Not in here cooking.” She said walking over to the stove placing the pot she had in her hands down.


“I can’t dishonor my grandma by not offering her guests a meal.”


“And you won’t. Now let me take care of the food. It will be my way to honor your grandmothers- and my friend’s — memory.”


“I can’t go in there, if I do I will break down and cry. I need to be strong for them.” The woman just looked at me with a smile of a grandmother and cupped my chin in her hands.


“Sweetie, it does not take strength to not cry, it takes strength to be there for others while they cry.”


As I continued to remember not only my grandma, but also her neighbor and the love she showed me, I heard someone clear their throat. I shook off the memory as I found myself face to face with my new neighbor. In her hands…. a serving bowl.


Grandma I love you and miss you.

Submitted: December 15, 2020

© Copyright 2021 Lea Rachel. All rights reserved.

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