The Vision

It had been three years since my grandfather's death, and I finally had made my way back to Illinois to visit his grave.

Swan Lake Memory Gardens was very tranquil that spring day. The grass was lush and green; the sky was clear and blue. Looking around, all that could be seen were marble headstones scattered out over the land.

I walked around slowly, glancing at each grave I passed. Then I arrived at my grandfather's grave. All I could do was stop and stare. His headstone merely stated the word "beloved" under his named. My eyes seemed fixed upon that word engraved in the li ght gray marble.

I finally brought myself to sit down on the grass. I blew the dust off of the top of the smooth surface, and began to get lost in my thoughts. I thought about the memories my grandfather and I shared.

I remember the time when I was four and we played catch. I had thrown the ball straight up in the air, and it came right back down on my head. My grandfather ran over to me, picked me up, and carried me into the house to get some ice for the bump. He h eld me for hours, telling me stories.

I remembered all those nights he spent trying to get me to understand math that was a few grade levels harder than my schoolbooks. "You'll never know until you try," he had said. He was right.

The sky was bright orange now; dusk was settling in. I lay down in front of the headstone, not realizing just how much time had passed.

"I love you," I whispered.

I closed my tear filled eyes, and drifted off to sleep. My memories filled my dreams; and I began reliving them in my head. Suddenly, my dreams vanished, and I felt myself being pulled upward. I soon found myself looking down at my motionless body. The n I looked up, and there he was. His face was solemn; his eyes pure. In his hand he held a single rose.

He walked towards me while I stared into his eyes. He stopped in front of me, leaned over, and gently kissed my forehead. At that moment, I lost all fear of everything in the world.

"I love you, too," he told me as a tear ran down his pale cheek. The he took the rose and held it out. Before I could take it, I felt myself being pulled downward. My vision of my grandfather turned to darkness.

I opened my eyes and found myself lying in front of the headstone again. The sky was completely black now, and a gentle breeze blew by.

I sat up, thinking that I had had the most wonderful dream; and knew that I wouldn't forget it. I started to stand up, when I saw something lying next to me on the ground - a red rose. I looked at the headstone and smiled, as my eyes filled with tears.

In memory of Rexal Ray Seeds
August 20, 1932 - November 17, 1989

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