A Blast from the past
It was a dark eerie day exactly two weeks after the burial and I was aimlessly wandering up a winding, wet mossy path holding nothing but a bunch of chrisanthemums to put by the graves of the one's I love. It felt as though I was the only being walking the earth mourning as well as yearning for the lost one's; All of a sudden a feeling of anxiety came over me but it was'nt a bad feeling it was one that seemed to set me free as if I was waiting for something. While I was walking up the winding lonely path I looked up and saw a tall familuar figure standing at the side of the graves holding flowers.
I ran fearlessly towards the graves to protect them, as I quote from the paper ''Local yobs vandalise headstones!!!'' but then the misterious figure moved away to a car pulling up but I rellentlessly pursued. As I caught up to the shady character I realised the familiarity and flashed back to the holiday I had when I was around six. I was on my father’s shoulders walking through to the garage where my granddad was fixing the VW. He turned around to see me and asked in quivering voice ‘’Paul?’’ and I replied ‘’yes, who are you?’’ he replied I think I’m your granddad’’. My eye’s were blank, my thoughts interrupted all for a moment were I felt like a child.