Sunday 10 June 2012

Collaborative Story

I started to laugh as I rocked in my rocking chair, my grandchildren crawling around on the floor at my feet. They reminded me of little lambs, playing with each other and giggling. I loved my grand kids, they were so full of life just as much as I was when I was at that age. I picked up my grand daughter and grandson, and gave them both a huge bear hug, and kissed them on their foreheads. "Grandpa, grandpa look what I made at school",my grandson burst through the screen door, just as I was having a nap. " You gave me a fright George, wow look at the mate that's a cool looking wooden car, where did you make it" I asked," I made it today in woodwork, pretty cool huh". 


It was my 70th birthday, and I received a call from my daughter inviting me over to her house. So I walked down to her house and knocked on the door, no one answered. That's funny I thought I just got a call from my daughter, and she's not opening the door. It never entered  my mind that they would throw me a surprise party. So I opened the door, Surprise, everyone yelled and laughed. I remember my face lighting up with joy and i was just feeling so happy, there was a banner saying happy 70th birthday, balloons and confetti covered the floor, like carpet. My whole family was their, along  with some childhood friends, and other people I had kept in touch with over the years. All these dear memories, were going so quick through my head like a short film that lasted 10 seconds, but they kept replaying over and over again. A tear made its way down my cheek, as I lay unconscious on the ambulance bed. Wishing that I could stay here forever. . .








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