1 year after

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Grandmother passed away watching her granddaughter visit her grave.

As I sit here watching all the cars I can’t help but thing it seems odd that life should continue as if I never existed. It’s only been a year since I left but still seems strange. Looking at all the people in their cars hurrying off to their homes makes me wonder what my family are doing. Are they hurrying in their cars to somewhere? Were they hurrying to come and see me? One of the cars slowed as if it was going to turn into the driveway and as it came closer I can recognize the car well. I have not seen that car since the day I left but I remember the roar it makes as it comes towards me. It stops only meters from me and the engine cuts out, leaving only the noise from the road again. My darling granddaughter and her husband have come to visit me. As they get out of the car I can see she is holding something but can’t quite...... Oh what a darling girl, she has bough me some beautiful pink and purple carnations just like she used to. Her husband floats around her like he is tied to her by some invisible rope never more than a few feet away. They walk over to me and stood in front of the grave where my body lies. She looks so much older. Her face shows the sorrow, despair and longing that she has felt since I left. It broke my heart to see my beloved granddaughter in so much pain that I wanted to reach out and hold on to her. I wanted to tell her that everything will be alright and that I am and will always be here to watch over her. I saw a tear run down her face as she started to walk towards the tombstone to place the flowers. She looked like she had lost something and didn’t know how to get it back. I listened as she started to tell me about her wedding, her life, our family and her work. I wanted to ask so many questions but had no voice to do so. I watched her husband who watched her with a concerned yet empathetic look on his face. I know he loves her and wanted to help her through this but does not know how. I would give anything to let her know that I am fine and I will be there when ever she needs me. As she continues to talk to me as if I was right there with her, she laughs at funny things she is saying but I can see in her face the laugh is fake. Her eyes always give her away, and today they are grey and cloudy, a sign of how she is feeling inside. She finishes her stories and sits in silence for a moment, staring right at me. For a brief second, I think she can see me because her eyes light up, but the moment passes and she looks down to the grave. With a heavy heart, she gets up and hugs her husband. They begin to walk back to the car. I feel so helpless as I watch my young granddaughter deal with such a loss without my to walk with her. As they drive away, I feel a longing to be back on this earth with my children and grandchildren that I left behind. I feel a hand on my shoulder and the longing disappears. I turn to see my husband who had left this world many years before me. I am whole once again seeing him and being near him. He smiles at me and takes my hand. I glance back at my lovely granddaughter knowing that she has the strength in her that I have and she will overcome her grief and sadness and continue the amazing life before her. I turn back to my beloved husband and we walk off into the sky to start our next life together.


Submitted: April 10, 2012

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immortal

i like it

Tue, April 10th, 2012 10:16pm

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