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By Debra Brand
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His words swirled in her mind as she stood on the sidewalk before her grandmother’s home. The three-story shingled house had not been updated since her grandmother was a bride. It would need a ton of work to make it saleable.
Her hand burned with pain as she realized how tightly she held onto the key. She approached the door and inserted the key … no turning back.
A swirl of dusty sunlight met the burst of fresh air as she stepped into the front hallway. It’s funny how her grandmother’s generation never modernized their homes. Satisfied with their lives, they lived accordingly. I did not.
Where to begin? Go upstairs or straight to the kitchen? My feet took me to the drawing-room on the right. There I stood surveying what lay before me.
Nothing had changed. It had been twenty years since I came with my parents and brother. Every detail I remembered still in its place.
Her piano near the front window with its upraised lid, stood ready for ringed fingers to tickle the notes and stream sounds throughout the house. The crocheted doilies upon every flat surface lay pristine as if washed yesterday. Each chair and sofa arm was covered in a protective sleeve. Not an ounce of dust had settled on any lamp or shelf. Her presence remained.
But, there were no odors of succulent muffins wafting from the kitchen. No sounds of chattering relatives. In my heart, I remembered it all.
I wandered over to her favorite chair and sat as I would have on her lap. A slight odor of Lily of the Valley still emanated from the cushion, but she wasn’t there to gaze at me with her piercing blue eyes.
In some way, she always knew what I was thinking. Her quizzical looks to me were always asking a question I was unable to answer. At the end of each visit, she asked.
I glanced at the table next to me and there lay what I had ignored all of my life. Her Bible laid open to the 23rd Psalm, ‘Yea, though I walk … ‘
I picked up the Bible and leafed through the front until I found the registry. There were the dates of births, deaths, and baptisms, and marriages. The names were unfamiliar until I found the recent ones. She had a curious ‘cross’ at the end of each name except for mine.
I picked up her pen and added the cross.
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