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It was evening, sometime approaching dusk when father told me: ‘’son, let’s take a walk.’’ This wasn’t strange. I mean, Dad often spared his precious time and only spent most of the evening walking with me, teaching me this or that. We went to the woods some times, sometimes to the river banks towards twilight. This time we were going to the green hills. I didn’t know why but I didn’t want to bother him. But of course dad had his own way of reading my thoughts, always did, ‘’son it’s beautiful up there, you will love it,’’ he said, answering my unasked question. Taking my small hand into his, we walked along. It was one of those moments of affection, the several of those father and son times that had become frequent as age took its toll on him. We walked to the hills and started climbing in silence. The hills were too high and I was finding it pretty hard. Dad of course didn’t. Conspicuously however, he didn’t notice I was struggling, or if he did, he didn’t show it until when finally I started breathing hard. He looked at me and said “son, something bothering you?’’ “The hills father, they are too high and I am tired, my knees are weak.’’ I said with a sad face. He looked at me with a faint smile; there was love in his eyes the same I always saw whenever he meant to teach me something new. “You must learn to climb hills son, someday you will have to climb mountains on your own. Keep walking son don’t give up we are almost there.” Finally we reached the top. We lay on the green grass on our backs, and supported our heads with our hands, stared at the fading blue sky in silence. Then, suddenly dad broke the silence. Pointing the west, he said: “Look son, what do you see?” The sun was sinking beneath the river, and far away to its midst, simmered silver like. It was such a beauty, you didn’t get the words to describe it. “Wow it’s so beautiful!” I observed. “That’s it son, life can be so beautiful when viewed from the top.” He said. And starting up, finished, “we’d better get going son.” It was now getting dark. Light was fading off the Western sky. We descended the hills, quietly again, when with a faint or was it wry smile, he offered to help, “Should I help you down?” I protested and said, ‘it’s easy going down, dad”. And he laughed, “yap, you are right son, it’s hard to get on top, but so easy to get down”. Years past, I sometimes wander on these hills, but so sad I now wander on my own. Each time I climb them, I hear papa’s voice: “keep walking son, don’t give we are almost there.” I wish he was here to see me climb them on my own. My poor father, he knew I had to climb mountains someday on my own. He taught me how to fish because he knew no one would fish for me when he’s gone. The hills are still green, the sunset sky is still silver and the river still glistens in the same splendor, only that a great friend is missing. |
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This made me cry. :( It's an inspiring story. For me this story teaches us to treasure very moment with the people we love. Time is gold! We must never waste it. We have to tell and show to the people we love how much we love them because time is so precious that we cannot get it back when its gone.
You said it @annefernandez. I have the same thoughts. This story is really beautiful beyond words 😢
Awww...i didn't know it is a story capable of moving one to that.
And yes, time is precious. All the more because it is limited.
Thanks for reading. I hope you are well.
You're a great storyteller @mirrors
Wow! Thanks fore the high commendation, @chastityyy110
Good one @mirrors, beautiful ending!
Thanks for reading @boladayl.
This is wonderful @mirrors. It made me imagine all those things you have depicted. The emotion Of the story Is it's main element. The central idea behind the story is perfect💖 I am glad that you stumbled upon my parched blog. Thank you 😊
Thanks @illusions16.
Your blog! hahahaha...it is not parched, it is all wet with so much resource, original and always relevant. I am glad i was able to 'find' you, and make your acquaintance.
Forgive my not so frequent presence in your 'blog' lately, I have recently had a lot to pull up, and i am trying many things.
Just know I am glad every while you pop, i am reminded!
Otherwise i hope you are well.
Another great one. Brilliantly depicts struggles/battles being part of life, and also the essence of persevering.
Father lives on in him.
Thanks for sharing, mate :)
The pleasure is mine, @solcross. I am very happy seeing you all come around!
Bravo, @mirrors this is such a clever story, it made me smile. :)
Hahhahha...i am honored. And thanks big for reading, as always.
Life is always good when you are up @mirrors must times we forget that. It serves as a lesson and a reminder . Lovely story by the way.
Thanks for the high commendation, @kamiikazer. It is true the view from the top is always beautiful, but it is important to not lose sight of the fact that you can't always be on top.
Ahhh yes! Now i recall your style. Just keep blogging! Great messages in this one. Have a wonderful day! 🙌
Thanks, @yogajill. I hope you are well.