I never want this moment to end. The hammock rocks and pine needles prickle at my heels. An owl hoots nearby, and crickets serenade us as the twilight chases the sun away. Your fingers lace into mine, squeezing gently and I squeeze back, giggling playfully. The smell of the ocean and the forest is heady while lying in the crook of your arms. Or maybe it’s the other way around?
Tag: music
Music Inspired: Grandpa’s Song
I learned this song for you, Grandpa.
You lived to “see” your seventy seventh birthday, if one could call it that. I wouldn’t. By that point you were an empty body, hardly cognizant of the world, absent to the daily routine we all kept to watch over your bed. I took the afternoon shifts so I could sit with you, even if you never woke. I learned this song to say goodbye.