A Blast from the past

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                                                 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.

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A car rolling down the road stopped and the door opened to reveal a short dreary old woman who I remember very well. Before exchanging information I leant down to lay the flower’s by the grave. I asked “How did you find out?” in a crisp voice “Well we phoned your uncle Mick and…and… he told us, although we had that silly little fight with your dad it did’nt mean we stopped caring” said granddad with a tear rolling down his cheek and then grandma interrupted to add “We were going to ring but we were scared of distancing ...

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