*Above is the blog hop photo prompt with its attached mandatory words. Below is my story to go with it. Enjoy!*
July 21, 2012
It must be Wednesday again. I can smell the cherry pie baking downstairs. I love cherry pie day because it reminds me of my grandkidlets. I remember when they were young, running around my big back yard with the enormous cherry tree. Makes me smile every time I think of those summer days. Seven cousins just living out those childhood memories– running around outside, squealing and laughing and filling my heart with the greatest joy only a grandmother could know.
I miss them.
I wonder what they’re doing these days. I think Eliana is a lawyer now and Carson works for a chemical company. Not sure about the others. I miss getting cards from them with their letters. Everyone is so busy. Not much time to think about grandma over here at The Ambassador! Ha! That’s okay. I love them and pray they are happy.
It would be nice to see my daughter; her visits have become less frequent since her father died. Perhaps it’s too painful to come here and spend time with me. I suppose I understand that, but it gets lonely here. This cozy corner by the window has become my daily refuge, where I observe the bustle of the city and pay attention to my thoughts. Today is a lovely day to be by the window. Portland is beautiful in the summertime, and the air is perfect. I asked the staff if they’d be so kind as to open the window since my hands don’t work quite as well as they used to.
As I breathe in the fresh air, I focus in on the sights and sounds of the city below wondering what all those busy people are doing. (No need for that fancy satellite television to rescue me from my loneliness!) There’s plenty out this window keeping my mind occupied. I confess at times I feel as though I’m like buoy on the ocean, occupying my little space within the swells and currents of the moving world, yet I do not move with it. I’m simply the woman in the window watching it all happen around me. Missing my family.
I didn’t mean to write about my solitary life today. Yesterday I saw a man and woman get off the bus with their guitars in hand. It had reminded me to tell you the story of the time my siblings and I took a bus trip from Nevada to Oklahoma City to visit our grandfather’s farm. That’s a good story! I guess the smell of fresh cherry pie distracted my thoughts. Can’t blame a woman for letting her heart follow her nose!
“Mrs. Duncan?” Susan, the head activities director, asked.
“Oh, I didn’t hear you knock. I’m sorry.” Mrs. Duncan replied.
“That’s okay. I wanted to check and see if you were joining us for lunch today. It’s cherry pie day, you know.” Susan said, a warm and knowing smile spread across her face.
“Oh I do know. I’ll be there!”
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