Day 1 - June Image Challenge: The hill held so many childhood memories. Stargazing with his Gran was the best. She’d known more about the stars than anyone else he knew. It was too bad his folks had kept him away till after she’d passed. He would have preferred a happier reunion than today’s stilted wake, but Gran would have liked having the family back together again.
What can I say about Gran? She was the only one in the family who honestly did not give a flying fuck (Pardon my French but Gran would approve.) what anyone thought. She marched to the beat of an outrageous drummer. I really got Gran. She really got me. She always said we were the sane ones in the family. Wouldn't anyone in their right mind want to slip out of bed at midnight, tiptoeing down the stairs, avoiding that one squeaky step, to gaze at the midnight stars? Up the hill we would climb. I would sit on my swing, hanging from the branch of a centuries-old oak tree.
"Push me Gran! Higher! Higher!" and Gran would push. Higher and higher. Closer and closer to the stars.
When I got older, I didn't want to swing anymore but we went to the hill at midnight anyway. Gran always said the stars are the windows to the universe. If we keep looking through those windows long enough, we might just see someone looking back at us.
I will say the words to the group of faces, haughty and staunch, belonging to judgmental relatives seated on the church pews. Gran would want me to say them.
"I will always love and miss Gran. She was the heart of this family and you will miss the heart, now that it is gone. Gran loved you, unconditionally. Shame on all of you," I dabbed at a tear rolling down my cheek.
Fuck 'em all.
By Lisa H. Owens
Shut Up & Write photo prompt - Day-1
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