Photo courtesy Proven Winners
Son newly practicing his abseiling skills using the huge gum tree in our yard with all his ropes and tackle instead of the cliffs and canyons.
Same son lying on lounge in his suit utterly spent after a gruelling day at American Consulate for his interview to migrate? and live in USA to be with his now wife.
At Sydney Airport with family saying our goodbyes with tears in our hearts. Son and his wife entering restricted area for Customs where we could not follow but only look and observe them walking away as they returned to USA….a little 2 year old voice calls out plaintifly…. “come back!!!!” . Our son told us later it was the hardest thing he had to do to keep walking and not look back. As I write this it makes me tear up again.
Son writing some poetry…I saw a quote recently…”Poetry is Code” . That must be why he is a programmer.
The smiles on daughters and sons in law faces at the birth of their dear children.
Me knocking on daughter’s locked front door- knock, knock,knock….little voice from the other side calling “mummy” , footsteps running, “grandma.”
Me carrying a restless unhappy little boy who is trying to wake up properly. Whistling occasionally as I walk around among big gum trees in the still Australian bush beyond the back fence-line …a little voice pipes up “Music”
Me going for a walk in the same still bush on last day of this year with 2 little boys, cousins, trying to find where the tractor that we can hear chug chugging away is. We find it, and holding my hands we just stand there listening and watching from a distance…chug chug chug, a tractor connected to pump water from a dam for the cows….Very soon its time to go back for tea. One little boy runs to a huge tree and tries to hug and climb it. Arms are MUCH too little so I lift him up and he walks up the tree horizontally… up and up, way above my head. Another voice pipes up “me too, me too”. So up we go and again and again till grandma’s arms wear out!
“Grandma, God is little cause he can come under the door…he can see everything”.
…and a little funny one, “Grandma can you lick the gravy off my meat I don’t like gravy” from someone quite a few years ago now
Life is full of memories or is it the other way round, memories are life