By Trudy Jas
Long ago, we ran up the hill, as many times a day as we could, laughing and shouting before cannonballing over the edge. But life got in the way. Whenever we passed the turn-off, we’d smile, hum our favorite song, and suggest we go for an ice cream.
Today, the walk to Lookout Point took longer, the hill seemed steeper. Hand in hand, we stood at the edge, blinked at the bright blue sky, and stared at the trees beyond before looking down.
We clasped our liver-spotted hands together, smiled, nodded, and shouted when our oldest great-grandson took his first jump.
Wonderful the journey of life captured so beautifully
This is beautiful, both a sense of love and a sense of remorse. Time is always moving
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Great, heart warming story on the cycle of life.
Love it! So much passion, life goes on…
A beautifully rendered sketch of two intertwined lives and the love they’ve shared.
A lesson in how life is too short. Laugh and love every day you can. Lovely story.