Before You Go

I could feel her soft, wrinkled hand tightening on mine. I don’t know how long we stood before she finally spoke.

“I was looking out that window over the sign. I saw your grandfather’s mother kill mine. Just because she wasn’t the same color. It’s been seventy years now. It feels like just yesterday.”

I got my tongue working. “Grandma, how could you marry him?”

She turned, soft brown eyes wet with tears. “It wasn’t easy but love won. Hate lost. You’ll be going off to college soon. You won’t forget that, will you?”

“Like the sign says, Grandma, ‘NOPE’!”

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42 thoughts on “Before You Go”

  9. My dearly beloved kept popping into the room to inform me of what he had just purchased at the grocery store. It took me several tries, but I finally made it all the through without interruptions, and it was well worth the effort. There’s a wonderful lesson to be learned here, Good writing.

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    1. History is such an incredible thing: it reveals the absolute depths of depravity in humanity but also the most absolute heights of nobility and courage in the face of that depravity. And both are found in ordinary men and women. Maybe it’s not so exceptional as it seems. Just maybe. 🙂

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