By Kelly McSherry
A chorus of delicate chirping permeates the air. The grandmother rests upon a lime-green inner tube, allowing the water to lap soothingly at her feet. Warmth envelopes her skin in the blissful embrace of a Sunday afternoon.
Pool days were always better with her husband. She reminisces about drinking sugary lemonade and enduring his childish antics. What she would give to be doused in a teasing splash of chlorinated blue one last time.
Now, as she lounges in their pool alone, she wonders what it will be like when they see each other again.
Perhaps it will feel like floating.
A beautiful story.
Beautiful!
Wanting to go back one last time is a great theme
Awwww. Love it
Beautiful. Sad, but happy. Melancholy, I guess.
I think most of us would like just one more time, one more day, one more hour. And it’s rare that we get it. Treasure the present.
Beautifully stated – something we will all face one day.
Sweet and touching