Category : Stories

Sub Category : Adventure

I walk to the large sitting chair in my office library, by the open windows where the light wind blew.
Grandfather used to sit here; drinking his Earl Grey tea and reading his books, Mystery and Murdering Thrillers mostly, old and new.

He was the only man I ever trusted with my bare heart and he made it grow with his stories of the war, laughter and love, something unforgotten. 
Grandfather's soul was old but pure as a polished antique and a heart so living, I'm sure he made it home in the sky. A beautiful heart, never rotten.

He would hold me and comfort me at the hardest moments in my life and I thanked him every time.
One night during a storm, I ran like a track star to Grandfather's room. He held Mr as my head rested on his chest and I realised that everything would be just fine.

There was a song that he had wrote and sung for me. I didn't know what it meant until I got a little older but then it made me so sad so I asked him for it to end.
The song was of a grandfather's passing of old age and his granddaughter's acceptance of it and how her heart would mend.

She stood by his rocking chair and said goodbye for the last time, tears shining in fields of wandering souls with a quiet breeze.
The song has ended, he has passed on, now Grandfather sleeps with ease.

I walk over to the large sitting chair in my office library, by the open windows where the light wind blew.
I now sit here, drinking my Earl Grey and reading Grandfather's journal and his books mostly, through the eyes of a great man I once knew and humming a familiar tune.

"He once spoke of war, peace and the heart of his granddaughter So young, innocent and pure.
His heart would be heavy but he never worried for her face and heart was his cure.

Later in his days he spoke of closed eyes, angels and bright lights of the sky.
He promised her heart would be whole once again for her grandfather did not lie.

Try as she may, it was a great battle and she may have a heavy heart.
But she promised her grandfather that she was brave young woman and would not fall apart.

Now a young woman with riches, respect and honor of a family she had grown.
However, she did not for her grandfather's lessons for he was the first true heart she ever known"

©Marie McNeill