When her birthday cake was placed in front of her and someone said “make a wish, Grandma!” Dolly closed her eyes and thought, okay, here’s the chance to try it.
She rubbed her back right heel on her left toe, crossed her left arthritic index finger over her third finger, took in a deep breath and chanted,
“Now may be the time, time is what we find, find the time that’s right for me. And let me see!”
Then for good measure she wished, take me back to Steve and the girls.
A roar in her ears prepared her for the worst – she was having a stroke and would collapse right here in front of all her family, gathered for her 80th March birthday. But the sound turned softer, less urgent, and she felt a light breeze tickle her chin as chimes crooned gently with the sweet summer air. Dolly opened her eyes and gasped.
She was sitting in the middle of the back yard, the one from their salad days when Steve was still working the night shift. The green grass was prickly against her bare legs, and she smiled down at her man, who was bent over a picnic basket with glee on his face. Her Steve. He was only 31, but the bald spot that would grow to an embarrassing patch when he was 20 years older was already showing off some pink scalp .
Dolly giggled, her voice strong and steady, and Steve’s two bright blue eyes looked up happily. Oh, was he a sight for sore eyes. Ruddy red cheeks belied the kidney disease he’d deal with in his 60s, instead now offering health and youth and love.
“Your fried chicken! And even better, your potato salad!” he exclaimed as he brought the food out, followed by screeches of delight by their little peach, 1½-year-old Priscilla. She looked just like her daddy, except with longer eyelashes.
Dolly felt a kick in her stomach and looked down. So that’s where Jenny was. Still inside, a couple of months from entering this world. Or that world, Dolly corrected.
Which world was she in, she wondered, as the July sun warmed her back on this March birthday evening.
The fortune teller she visited a few days ago – a fun birthday gift from funky granddaughter Rose – insisted that if Dolly followed her instructions to the T, including the crossed feet and fingers and the special chant, her wish could come true.
Dolly stretched and met Steve’s face over the blue blanket. He dropped the chicken and laid a protective hand over her pregnant body. Their lips met, and Dolly savored the warm wet kiss, sucking in his breath as she tasted Steve’s love. Her eyes closed.
“Mom! Mom, where are you? Earth to Mars. Earth to Mars.”
Dolly opened her eyes. Her 56-year-old daughter stared at her with a small smile on her face, but also some concern. “You blew out your candles, but then you wouldn’t open your eyes,” Priscilla scolded with a laugh.
“What did you wish for, Grandma?” Rose asked as she quickly pulled out the melting candles, licking off the frosting with a swipe of her tongue on each one. “You sure were concentrating hard before you blew. What’dya ask for, a ’61 Corvette?”
Rose’s Aunt Jenny laughed and said, “No, that’s what your granddad used to wish for on his birthdays. That and fried chicken.”
Dolly didn’t answer Rose’s question. She just closed her eyes and pleaded, “Could I blow out some more candles before we eat the cake. Please?”
A lovely story, Pamela.
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Thank you Sue. May we always get our wish when we blow out the candles on our cake. xo
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That would be good xx
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Beautiful story, Pam. ❤
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I’m always a romantic at heart… just as you are, Jill. xo
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Every word, every image, brought me right there.
Beautifully done!
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That warms my writer’s heart. Thank you!
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Sigh! A wonderful exploration of a universal fantasy.
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My thought is that if vising a memory like Dolly does is a universal fantasy, then the fantasy is real in more ways than we realize. :-0 ❤
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What a tender love story! I suspect this is a wish deep in the hearts of many ♥️
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Yes, And if the wish is deep enough, perhaps it CAN come true. ❤
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That’s a beautiful story, Pam. I understand why Dolly wanted just a little more time. I’m sure she enjoys the present too.
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Sometimes the “present” seems less real than the memory when we reach a certain age, perhaps? To memories and love. ❤
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Yes, yes, yes. 💖
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Hi Pam, what a great story. So many memories to visit in our minds and our wishes. Here’s to more of that 🙂
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I toast to more of that too. If we don’t wish, how do we know that it can’t come true? I guess my philosophy is a combination of Peter Pan and Pollyanna. 🙂
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A really lovely story, Pam.
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Thank you, Mary. And many thanks for sharing Dolly’s wish. xo
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That’s lovely. Brought me a warm smile. 🙂
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Warm smiles help wishes come true. 🙂 Many thanks for enjoying Dolly’s story.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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I enjoyed this story very much, Pam 🙂
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Thanks! ❤
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A sweet story that rings true. Birthdays can be like that, opening your eyes to possibilities.
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The more candles on our cake, the more wishes come true. Wellll, that’s my belief and I’m sticking to it. 🙂 (I add a candle tomorrow to my annual cake.)
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Poignant. Your story made me a bit teary-eyed. ❤
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Dolly’s memories revealed themselves to me as I placed pen on paper. It’s the miracle of writing stories and poems, as you know.
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That was one perfectly executed wish that brought a huge smile to my face Pam.. Time creates memories we carry in our hearts… And a wish with closed eyes can bring them back to life in any given moment, especially when we rub our right heel on our left toe and cross over our left index finger over our third… and Chant… 🙂
Wonderful piece of writing that brought the images to life…
And thank you for your Wow’s, on my post… I see now see how TIME conspires to unite us all… ❤
Much love dearest Pam… and thank YOU… ❤
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I was so thrilled when I’d read your post, knowing what was in Dolly’s chant. And now that she has revealed to me (as I wrote) the fortune teller’s secret, we can all close our eyes and go back now and then to a special “time,” which of course is fluid and always there. Thus, unites us all! xo
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We are all ONE.. and its always a Wow.. when we all tap into Time together.. 🙂
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Beautiful, Pam. The incredible power of memory can truly take us back in time. My parents are blowing out lots of candles lately. Their memories are so real, almost as it happening. 🙂 A lovely post, my friend. You might publish a collection of your flash fiction someday. They’re wonderful reading. ❤
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Okay, you and your muse are doing a fantastic job of putting a spark in my writing rear-end and getting me moving on my short story collection. I’m 1/4 through, maybe more, and your words (and the “likes” by several followers) have made me determined to finish this up soon. Now that my writing classes have been canceled for a while and we’re all kind of sequestered in place, no excuses.
Hope you’re parents are okay as this virus spreads. My mom is sequestered and no visitors allowed. Scary and difficult. xo
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I’m so glad that you have something in the works! That’s awesome.
My parents are in lock down too, but I’m still allowed to do their pills and shower my mom once a week. It’s scary as hell, as I don’t want to bring any germs in there. Ack. I can’t wait until the danger is over.
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But how special that you can come in to help with the shower and pills. The isolation for our parents is scary. I send cards and the grandkids are sending their art work, but she’s unable to understand much of it. Heart breaking.
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Happy birthday and many more!!! Eat the cake and don’t forget to make a good wish!!! Love, Karen
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Thank you my Crever buddy. You’ve seen me add a lot of candles to my cakes over the years. Who’d have known, back in our college days??
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I LOVE THIS SO VERY MUCH.
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THANK YOU SO MUCH! ❤
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🙂 you’re very welcome.
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This is a delightful story and so well crafted Pam. I was transported along with Dolly, experiencing the glee of seeing Steve again. Well done.
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Your compliments on the story, the craft, and Dolly’s wish mean so much, Brad. Thank you! I actually blow out my candles tomorrow. Hmmm, what should I wish for?
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Happy Birthday Pam! Maybe you can wish for a night with Steve! 🙂
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:–0 🙂
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I love this story even though it almost brought me to tears.
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Happy tears for Dolly, hopefully. But when I write these stories, I also shed some tears over the knowledge that the past is past, and we won’t see it again until maybe we blow out a LOT of candles and follow the fortune teller’s rules. 🙂
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I may have tried rubbing my “right heel on [my] left toe and cross over [my] left index finger over [my] third… but it seemed too hard.
Lots of sweet savoriness here, and I love that you named your character Dolly. I agree with Ms. Peach about publishing your flash fiction pieces. You already have an audience! 🙂
I tend to live in the present and think of the future because I remember how hard it was go back in time to write memoir. Yet, the happy times still glow.
Your writing transports me back in time – wonderful piece, Pam!
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As a memoir writer, you know how difficult it can be to go back into the past – difficult to search our memories and difficult psychologically. Also we learn through meditation and yoga that we should appreciate the NOW and not linger over the then and the later. But….when I’m Dolly’s age, I bet I’ll rub my right heal on my left toe and cross my left finger over my third finger when I blow out all those candles. (I’ve been practicing since Dolly came to me through my pen.) 🙂
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A wonderful story, Pam. Sweet, poignant and heartwarming. Just what we all need tight now.
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right now
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So true, Darlene. I put aside all of my “edgy” dark novels and instead am concentrating on light fun novels (or mysteries, reading a fun mystery now). We need to let the light in — even if it’s from lots of birthday candles. 🙂
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Beautiful story! ❤️
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Many thanks. May our stories offer enchantment, wherever they go. Great visiting your blog.
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A bittersweet and lovely story that I suspect I won’t be able to get out of my mind today. Your stories have a way of sticking with me.
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That’s a great compliment, Amy. Here’s to stories that “stick.” ❤
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Beautiful yet melancholy story. Weirdly fitting for me these days. We just had a surprise birthday party for my mom’s 80th, and I’m the age of Dolly’s daughter.
Aging hurts.
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Your comment gave me goosebumps, Priscilla (um, Lori). ;-0 I hope your mom had a fabulous 80th celebration. xo
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Beauitful! We a wish those special moments would go on forever.
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In some ways, thanks to memory and imagination, special moments CAN go on forever. ❤
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Your story is delightful, Pam. I loved the line about granddad wishing for a 61 Corvette and fried chicken; that was a laugh out loud moment.
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I loved that you laughed at/with Grandad. Hey, fried chicken is important! 🙂
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Lovely story! I’m sorry that Dolly couldn’t stay in her way back world.
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When I view the patients in my mom’s “memory care” ward, I realize that some are living in their way-back world (like Dolly), and happier for it. xo
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Lucky Dolly, to be able to relive a few moments of happy memories. She probably didn’t have to make a wish to get there. She can do that any time she wants. Sweet story, Pam.
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Such a good point, Anneli. We all have the power to go back to special moments. We humans have that amazing backward ability (yet the INability to look forward, which may be a blessing). xo
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I’ve often had the thought about how great it would be if we could see into the future, and almost immediately I take back the wish. There are things I don’t want to know.
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For sure! ;-0
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Beautiful, as always Pam.
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Many thanks, George. So glad you enjoyed Dolly’s story. I think there are a lot of “Dolly’s” out there…
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Wonderful story, Pam! 🙂
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Thank you, Bette!
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Beautiful birthday story, Pam. Bittersweet. A bit sad. Yet, also heartwarming. Luckily, you’re not there with Dolly yet. But, you have everything she’s surrounded with and wishes for. Happy birthday, my friend!
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Dolly is our grandmothers and all those who have lost family due to age and disease. My wish for them is the ability to blow out some candles and be with their loved ones again. ❤
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So lovely! Happy Birthday to you and Dolly!
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Thank you! No birthday candle-blowing for me this year – a quiet day with my adult “kids” safe inside their own homes. Stay safe and healthy, Louise!
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Such a sweet birthday story filled with memories. I loved it, Pam!
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Thank you, Patricia. Thinking of you and your guy and hoping you both are healthy and safe in your new place. xo
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‘chimes crooned gently’ is a beautiful expression for memories Pam, I love how grandma hears those ‘chimes.’ She didn’t share them, as it is not easy to communicate emotions associated with such moments that keep coming back to warm the hearts. Lovely story.
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Thanks for noticing that phrase, Balroop (as a poet you would…). “chimes crooned gently” Somehow, chimes can take us to a different place if we close our eyes and sway along with them. ❤
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Pam, a story that touches all our hearts … I took a while scrolling down to the comment section as I read all the comments! 😀
As Dolly blew out the candles I was rooting for her, that she would regain her wish. Moments of tenderness and sheer joy as she’s her younger self again, immersed in the past and this tinged with the memories of the future illnesses etc.
When Dolly opened her eyes I felt her longing, her pull to be back with Steve aged 31, one daughter as her unborn, about the enjoy the wonders of being younger parents!
Wonderful story, Pam … and I’m with Diana … you should seriously consider publishing your stories in a book! What a treat! Hugs XX ❤️
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You are one of my biggest supporters and read my stories so thoroughly and with “heart.” THANK you! And thanks for the boost and push to publish my flash stories in a book. You are my inspiration for this. I’ll be e-mailing you before too long for some advice. 🙂 xo
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A fantastic wish. I often wish I could time travel, just for a minute or two, back to the time when my kids were pudgy toddlers and crawled up into my lap. I would hug them and snuggle in and breathe in their childhood scent.
Maybe I just did . . .
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Ohhh, Arlene. You expressed my secret desire. To close our eyes and return to that time when our kids were snuggly little ones, needing us and loving us with a child’s heart. But I love how you acknowledge that just by thinking about that time, perhaps we have just returned there for a quick few seconds. xo
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That is so beautiful. I would do that too if my beloved husband was no longer around.
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As would I, Jacqui. ❤
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What a really wonderful story, Pam. You told it so well. I’ve often thought along the same lines as Dolly. Thinking back to wonderful memories certainly helps take away the pains of cold, grey days in March. I hope Dolly got to go back to that scene you built up for her. I bet it was the best birthday present she had.
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In my imagination, Dolly had her “kids” put a load of new birthday candles on that cake all night long, so she could reunite with Steve many times. Here’s to memories – accessible always in our hearts and minds. ❤
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I wanna go back
Back
And do it all over
But I can’t go back, I know
Fun post!
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You’re the best, Nancy. LOVE the music and the desire. I Wanna Go Back! You and Dolly. I think it’s a good sign that so many of us wanna do it all over again. That means we’ve been having a helluva good life. xo
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Oh, I loved this story! Any one who has longed for the past and people who have been lost will relate.
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I think we all relate, and the older we get, the more we relate! ;-0 xo
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A touching piece, Pam. Feeling a bit weepy right now. xx
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Tears decorated my writing pad as I wrote about Dolly, Jennifer. But thank goodness we have the ability to go back to loved ones if we just wish hard enough, and blow out those candles. ❤
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Such a sweet and poignant story of young love. And in her old age, the love of family.
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SO great seeing you here. Hope you’re well and safe. Yes, Dolly’s story is one we all understand because we all feel that desire in our hearts to see loved ones we miss.
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Yes. I am ok and staying at home but did go to some nurseries which are all open air with very few people and there is no standing in line. Do take care and be safe as well. There is one critical case in Waco of a 27 year male. I read that on FB this afternoon, March 20th. It is very upsetting to learn of the young man’s condition. He is, as far as I know, one of seven confirmed cases in my town thus far. Two Baylor profs tested positive that had recently been in NYC.
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How lovely this story is. Pam!
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Thank you so much for enjoying Dolly’s story, Clare. xo
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A beautiful story that I just happen to read on YOUR birthday!
Hope you had a most wonderful day, Pam! xoxo
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Best way to celebrate a birthday is to write a birthday story, right? Particularly since my grown kids are ensconced in their own homes and unable to be here to watch me blow out my birthday cake candles. 😦 xo Well, in a few months, they just might have to help me celebrate my bd – again. 🙂
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Absolutely! 🙂
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Sweet story, in every way! 🥳
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Wow – HI! Thanks so much for coming by and reading Dolly’s story. I’m off to see you over at your blog place. ❤
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Aw, that was lovely.
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Thank you, Jina!
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❤ Great story. Very well done.
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Thank you! Always great to see you here.
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Got me all choked up.
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We have so much empathy for those who miss their loved ones. xo
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Nice. Gets me to dreaming, too … 🙂
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Love this Pam. I’m wondering about a theme for a new book. You’ve given me an idea…
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That’s terrific! Could you give me a little mention in the “acknowledgements” page of that book? 🙂 Seriously, I do believe that we bloggers inspire each other in ideas and thoughts frequently.
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Pam, this was lovely and so poignant. It reminded me of my grandfather’s 70th birthday. We thought we’d catch the house on fire with all 70 candles on it. His wish was for the future. He wanted to be here for all of his grandchildren’s weddings. That was his last birthday before he had his 2nd and last stroke. He was with us two more years but in body only. I think of that firey cake every time someone blows out the candles on their cake.
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My spine is goosebumpy. Thanks for sharing the story of your grandfather. I love that you all put 70 candles on his cake. A great memory. Strokes are awful things – like dementia. I’m sorry his wish didn’t come true, but I wonder…. perhaps he was “there” for his grandchildren’s wedding, but just in a different kind of presence. ❤
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I’m sure he was!
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Pam, A part of me hoped Dolly’s wish would come true. I haven’t heard the term “salad days” in a long time. You are making me cry two times tonight, Pam. Although, sometimes tears are healthy. Possibly, it is our memories that will eventually sustain us in our later years. Your posts are hitting too close to home. Reading through the comments, I am also a believer in trying to stay present. Yet, I hope I never lose the memories. Keep bringing us Dolly. We may be her, one day. 💕
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I hadn’t remembered the term “salad days” either, Erica, until I began to write in Dolly’s voice, and it came right out. Isn’t that magical? I hope that through my stories, we look at “the elderly” a bit differently, and remember they had full lives that they are now holding deep inside. To everlasting love, and Hope. xo
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Oh my goodness, this filled my heart so full!
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Thank you, my friend. ❤
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