Soft breeze blows,
the scratchy bench beneath my legs.
Strong, silent, pauses.
The flood gates open, he begins to cry.
Deep, racking, sobs.
I grab his hand of years lived and lives touched.
A moment, a piece of time where peace comes.
A talk cherished forever.
Fast Forward...
New Earth, dirt blows.
I kneel, touch the cold stone sunk into the earth.
A memory of that moment of peace comes to mind and I am reminded...
Grandpa.
Strong,
true,
loved,
missed.
A memory forever in my heart.
And then...
The soft, breeze blows.
{Remembering my Grandpa and all those who have served.}
This post was written during Relevant.
Where pen met paper and God met hearts.
And I am thankful.
By His Grace,
Cole
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