Pains in her neck, her back. All through her body, her bones did crack.

 


 

Gloria.
Thinning grey and white hair. Lines and wrinkles like an old turtle who lived hundreds of years.

Today was a good day. Her great great granddaughter of sixteen years, Gigi, was getting her Journeys License and would be soon picking her up to go for a fly.

Gloria.
Walked slowly from her cozy pink and yellow little bedroom towards the kitchen. What would be a couple steps, a hop, and a skip for some, was a long and slow trek for Gloria.

Gloria.
Her feet hurt. Her knees hurt. Her back, her neck, and her headache all hurt.

Never complaining of the ailments of old age, she smiled, poured herself a cup of room temperature water as she pictured her beautiful and energetic great great granddaughter.

The door unlocked. It was her!

Gigi helped pack up a few things. A hand embroidered shawl, navy blue and gold. A lovely white straw hat. Gloria’s little tanned leather purse.

Gigi opened the door and carefully helped Gloria get in. She tenderly placed the shawl over her great great grandma to keep her warm. Tucked her in. Buckled her up.

Gloria.
“What a sweet sweet kind old great great grandmother.”

The craft lifted vertically and proceeded to glide gently through the city streets while the two listened to Cello Suite No 1 in G Major, composed by Johann Sebastian Bach.

Glorious!
The sky above was bright baby blue with streaks of white violet. Far away, white and cotton-candy-pink clouds hung low. The sun warmed Gloria’s face. She closed her little eyes, melted away and remembered.

Glorious!
Was the soothing silence of her first baby boy. With her son sleeping on her chest, she laid down in the hospital bed as a new mother, tears flowing, smiling from ear to ear. So long it was, since the departure of her first son, no longer a baby boy.

Glorious!
Was the day she celebrated Solstice Dinner in her first apartment with Jacob. Her father and mother, older brothers and sisters were so proud of the extravagant meal she made. So many years since the last time she made that dish.

Glorious!
Was the brisk spring morning when she met her late Jacob at the coffee shop. A handsome and tall man with a kind face and a silly sense of humour. So many years had passed since the inseparable-two became one.

Glorious!
Was the day of her first art exhibit, in the busy metropolis she grew up and went to school in. So many years had passed since the last time she painted or sculpted.

Glorious!
Was that music and energy of that first-year university party, with friends dancing freely, celebrating their youth and their unknown futures together. So much time had passed since she last saw any of her friends of yesteryear.

Glorious!
Was the warm summer evening, skipping through the tiny fairy-tale streets of Europe with her family in search of sweet decadent milkice desserts. So long since the last time she skipped through any streets.

Glorious!
Was the wind in her face as she peddled through her neighbourhood sidewalk, alone, unknowing that her mommy had let go of her bicycle. So many years had passed since the last time she peddled a bicycle.

Glorious!
Was the beating of her heart as the cool water splashed, swimming towards her daddy. The few feet from the dock to the warm embrace of her daddy was the first time she swam free. So long since she swam.

Glorious!
Was the warmth of that one big candle standing tall in front of her on top of the cheerful strawberry shortcake birthday cake. She blew the candle out with one big puff. She heard her mommy, daddy, brothers, sisters, and family clapping and cheering her on. So long since the last time she could blow out all the candles in one puff.

Glorious!
Was the warmth and comfort she felt as she woke up from a nap, in the arms of her grandmother Gigi. “Oh Gloria! You beautiful sweet little girl.” Her grandma said.

 


 

“Oh Great Great Grandma, you are so beautiful and so sweet.” Gigi said to Gloria, as she tucked her in bed and gave her a warm and comforting hug goodnight.

Glorious was the light as she woke up gently.


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