Caressed By Memories
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A breeze caresses your cheek. You imagine his touch. Alone, walking up the path, you expect, somehow, to see him. The men bid their final greeting. The machines are still. He walks among them no more.
Long ago, yet only yesterday, he swung you around, before setting you on his shoulders. Humming blades and clacking belts hurt your ears. You tugged Grandfather’s hair. He tickled you. The men smiled.
Wiping away a tear, you extinguish the lights. This is how he would have you remember him. You walk back to the car. Grand Mother waits, still patient.