I have never re-blogged before, but this story just really hit a nerve. It was written as part of Friday Fictioneers and just goes to show how a picture can evoke so many thoughts and memories. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did.
Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.
100 words for Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers inspired by Sandra Crook’s fine photo. Aloha, D.
We pass between the lacquered columns of the spirit gate and I ask Grandfather what the verdigris symbols mean.
“The pen of the tongue should be dipped in the ink of the heart.”
The answer changes with the seasons, even after I learn to read. When I enter college he tells me:
“A person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it.”
And on my wedding day:
There is no economy in going to bed early to save candles when the result is twins.
I light joss sticks on Grandfather’s grave and wipe away my tears as I hear him say:
All of life is a waking dream, all of death is a going home.