By Laurie Swinarton
For a year, Grandma gave me knick-knacks: a macramé owl; a crokinole board (half the pieces missing); a soup tureen shaped like a chicken.
“It’s a gift.” She laughed while her cancer quivered between us like a persistent moth.
Now, a nurse lifts her into a wheelchair, my cue to leave. I touch Grandma’s hands—once strong, now aching with hollow bones.
The nurse’s impatient shoes squeak as she pushes the wheelchair. The sound swallows the silence. I want to tell her to try talcum powder.
Outside, I wait. Time gets soft. The light of the exhausted sun fades into nothingness.
A very touching story and that last line is beautiful.
This is a touching story.
thank you.
Wow a very touching piece I loved this.
Beautifully written… well done …
Beautiful and sad. This resonates with me quite personally. Well done.
Some memories are never easy but good to have. Well done
This is a beautiful piece, Laurie. Well done.
Thank you everyone for taking a moment to read my story and post a comment. Much appreciated!
Just lovely!
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Beautiful!
Awwwww, so touching.
Life, death, we wait.