WRITE A POST IN RESPONSE TO TODAY’S ONE – WORD PROMPT.
I hear my name a whisper on the breeze! As I sit here under the shade of my favorite tree. The sun shining down on me warming me from the inside out. The skies as blue as the blue on any given hot summer day and it is only spring. I rise from my blanket as the wind carries my name on its lips once more and I look around but I am utterly alone. Alone with my thoughts and dreams that I have kept to myself for way too long.
I look around again but no one is there. I sit back on the blanket determined not to let the eerie sound of my name in the wind spoil my moment. I fold my jean clad legs Indian style and lean back as I close my eyes to feel the sun peeking through the branches above me. Sinking my bare feet into the damp earth from last night’s storm.
I am at peace I am in this moment and I never want it to end. As I let the gentle breeze fluff my hair and the sun overtake me. All my stress of the day is carried away as I once again here my name only, this time, it is louder. My eyes instantly pop open and know someone is calling me! But where? I lean up and take a closer look at my surroundings. The rolling hills with miles and miles of beautiful green grass and wildflowers as far as the eye can see, distract me momentarily. I have never felt closer to god than I do right now.
“HOLLY”, okay I definitely heard it now someone shouted my name, but who knows I’m here? No one I have been coming to this very spot for years and I have never told one living soul. This is my special place. Did someone follow me here? Who is it? Frantically looking around I finally get up the courage to respond. “Who, who’s there”, I say nervously. Not expecting a response I am shocked when my grandmother materializes right before my eyes. My dead grandmother!
She looks at me with a sort of sadness in her eyes and reaches out her hand. “It is time cookie. Time to come home”, she whispers lightly. “Home, what are you talking about and how can I see you. You’re, you’re dead!” I scream barely hanging on to my sanity I must be dreaming. This cannot be real and why did she have to call me cookie. That was her pet name for me while she was still alive. She shakes her head and a small sheepish smile peeks through.
” I know you are scared baby, but it is time to go.You have lounged here in this world long enough. I need you to come with me. You seem to be having trouble remembering what happened to you. Just take my hand and all will be revealed”, she stated in that firm tone that always made me listen to her.
I am really losing it I am standing here under my favorite tree talking to my dead grandmother. Reminded of my tree I look back at it and it begins to change right there. It is no longer beautiful and leafy it appears as if it is dying. I look out at the meadow and the flowers I was admiring not 5 minutes ago now seem to be wilting. “What , what is happening to me”, I stammer and before I can react my grandmother engulfs me in a warm embrace. I jerk back not wanting to be touched by her convinced this apparition is not my grandmother.
However, the damage was done her touch caused a flood of memories. Suddenly I am back in my car driving back from the store in the pouring rain around midnight. There is a deer I swerve to miss it and plow into a tree. Oh my God! My tree! I can see myself now as if I am floating above my body. I see the girl I no longer am bleeding out in the front seat the seat belt strangling what life I have left in me. I feel sorry for that girl that is now gone as everything goes dark.
Jerking back to reality I drop to my knees in the damp earth sobbing. I remember my grandmother and look up at her through the waterfalls pouring out of my eyes. “I’m, I’m dead” I choke out. “Yes my dear, I am here to take you to the other side. Where you will find peace and love. This is only the beginning.” she says in her matter of fact tone. I raise up still sniffing and clasp her hand in mine.
As we walk into the shadows of what’s next. I look back one last time at my tree. There is no more breeze, no more sun, just a whisper of the girl I once was…