We are all the audience of life. We sit and watch our life perform on the greatest stage. Your mind captures each memory as you watch them. I sit here in the living room of Grandma's house, I am watching a memory. I captured this memory with my camera. I will always hang dear to this memory. She is telling stories to Dylan of her life in Minnosta as a little girl. Dylan is actually entertained, he's asking questions, and laughing at the silly grandma as she tells her stories.
I tear rolled down my cheek. My grandma has been my best friend my whole life. She has been my anchor. I dread the day that will come when she joins Grandpa in the afterlife. But I am living every day I can with her for as long as God choses to keep her here.
I am watching a memory that is passing me by.
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