Sitting on a rock
at the river's edge she remembered her life in bits and pieces like a slow
moving picture show.
There were images of her youth and family picnics in a forest clearing. She saw her
mother spreading food around the blanket never taking her eyes off us little
ones as we ran and played always within calling distance. Dad was fiddling with
something under the hood of his 1930 ford that seemed to be worked on more than
it was driven. She saw her teenage years hanging out at the corner store after
school visiting with her friends and sometimes having a few coins for an ice
cold bottle of coke which she would share with her two closest friends.
Memories flew past her of senior prom and her first kiss from a boy named Billy
Henderson, the high school football quarterback. She saw her wedding day and
the great sense of
happiness and loss as her beloved mother went to the lord one week before
she was wed. With her eyes shut she felt the pain of childbirth again and
relived the years she raised three children. Sitting on a rock by the rivers
edge the evening breeze washing over her like a soft cloud of memories, she
cried tears of joy and sadness at how quickly time had raced up alongside of
her and passed her like a 1930 ford filled with happiness and youth. www.facebook.com/mikeoconnor-author
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