Listen.

Watching over you, watching over me. Parents watching over. Watching over, holding onto our children. Watching over, holding onto our grandchildren. Watching over, holding onto our parents. Graciously, painfully. They walk into the next world. Sorrow sometimes shadows my heart.

Yet and still. I listen. In prayer and times of unknown. They share their wisdom. We listen. Feeling gratitude for their gifts of love. Feeling joy for the laughter of our children.

Our journeys do continue. Step by step, day by day. We walk. We hold on. We listen. We share.

Our children grow anew. We each grow anew. Life continues. Offering us new growth.

In these early mornings hours before dawn. I write. I listen.

We continue to listen to each other. We continue watching and holding onto over each other.

Listening.

Story of the birds.

Our little granddaughter drew the heart and birds on our living room window when she was ten years old. She’s now twenty. Grandad took a photo to preserve her drawing. I’ve always been Gramma Nonnie to her.♥️