~This photo was taken in the house my grandparents lived in, and I am the awkward little girl sitting by my grandmother.~
Linking with Poets United for "Telling Tales" with the lovely and amazing Magaly Guerrero
for A Pantry of Prose # 2 ~ Magical Realism
Come join us!
Some people have had lost loved ones visit them in their
dreams, and believe me when I say, this has happened to me many times. It always leaves you feeling both comforted
and saddened at the same time. Like re-bruising
an old injury brings the pain back to the surface. This story takes it a step further.
When I was growing up, my maternal grandparent’s home was my
summer vacation home, and where I stayed for most holidays, and many
weekends. It was more than a visit when
I went to Grandmaw and Grandpaw’s house.
That house was my favorite place in the whole world! There was so much
sadness, and hard silences at home, so their house was a lovely home to me and
a place of refuge for my heart.
We had a peaceful routine, and they both spent true time
with me; telling stories, singing songs, indulging me with my silly performances
with a cassette recorder and my talk shows that I made up including them in the
skit. It was no lie that I was much closer to
my grandparents than I was my own parents.
Then sadly, from the
time I was 13 to 16 years old I lost both my Grandparents; my Grandmaw to
pneumonia, and later my Grandpaw passed in his sleep. The phone call I got for him was devastating. I had lost them both, and I went through a
depression for many months.
Time does have a way of easing the pain, but for 30 years
after that time I dreamed of that house every single night! It was as if it was
a beautiful ghost comforting me with a visitation in my dreams. You see that house represented all that was
close to my heart; my Grandparents, the joy we shared, and the peace of a happy
and secure place.
It still visits me to
this day.
Note:
I need an editor with me at all times, so if there are major rule and punctuation errors in this, that is why. I do love these prose prompts, because they make me stretch out of my comfort zone some. Thank you Magaly for helping us spread our wings!
