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.
Word count 100
Lovely story and respectful of Grandpa's wishes. I like that.
ReplyDeletethanks dale for stopping by
DeleteMy mother was faithful about taking me to church too. Bring a child up in the way he should go . . . the scriptures say.
ReplyDeletethanks russell for reading the post
DeleteHeart-warming story.
ReplyDeleteI think it serves his legacy so well... and a little roadtrip does wonders for a memory...
ReplyDeletethanks Bjorn, no better teacher than a road trip to one's roots.
DeleteA touching story. A lesson there.
ReplyDeletethanks indrani
Deletethanks keith
ReplyDeleteTouching story, Arora.
ReplyDeleteShalom,
Rochelle
thanks rochelle for stopping by
DeleteVery touching. Grandpa's wishes should be fulfilled.
ReplyDeletethanks gah
DeleteSuch a lovely story.
ReplyDeletethanks sandra
DeleteI love the way you intermingled both photos with one story. Well done.
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