Thursday, 25 February 2016

The Car



We could appreciate grandpa’s love for that car but his desire to give it to the Grace Chapel left us confounded.
‘That chapel is one  thousand miles away?’
‘So what?’
‘How do we take it there? We can’t drive it; it may not survive the journey.’
‘Carry it on a trailer.’
‘Why?’
‘When I was a little kid, mother carried me to that church every Sunday; even when she was sick…….. certain that, with His grace, someday I would go there on my two feet……… I did.......on my eighth birthday.’
More than the words his eyes left us speechless.
                                                                                            Photo prompt © Al Forbes
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A post for FridayFictioneers and Sunday Photo Fiction on picture prompts.

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21 comments:

  1. Lovely story and respectful of Grandpa's wishes. I like that.

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  2. My mother was faithful about taking me to church too. Bring a child up in the way he should go . . . the scriptures say.

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    1. thanks russell for reading the post

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  3. I think it serves his legacy so well... and a little roadtrip does wonders for a memory...

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    1. thanks Bjorn, no better teacher than a road trip to one's roots.

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  4. A touching story. A lesson there.

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  5. Very touching. Grandpa's wishes should be fulfilled.

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  6. I love the way you intermingled both photos with one story. Well done.

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