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Journey
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
673
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Journey
Written in memory of my Auntie Sarah, for when she bowed off the path. Love always xxx
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:: The Journey ::
Sometimes the paths cross, from time to time someone will step on the path and walk, sometimes a person may leave the path forever, but they always remember their companions. Many say that the part of the path they walk is just the beginning, some say that the path ends when they leave. Most do not want to leave. Few actually have a choice, but regardless of what happens, they all know the journey will continue…
She sat in the room, candles flickering as they sat on the floor playing. The youngest, a girl, wore pink ribbons in her blonde hair and a white dress. The oldest, also a girl, had her loose brown hair tumbling down her back and a red dress on. The candles lit their faces as they joyously played on the floor. She thought back on her journey. She had walked long and hard. She was still walking, however she knew her journey was nearly over, she would have to step of the path. She remembered her mother telling her once, “This stage of the path may seem like the beginning to you, and for you, it is, your first step on the road, but the path that lies behind us, behind you and me, started many, many years ago. The first people to walk along the path, the people who started the journey chose this one instead of the many cross roads.”
“Like the one Lilyss walks, Mama?” She had asked.
“That’s right, sweetling. Lilyss walks a different path to us, yet for the time being, she and hers are with us on the journey,” her mother had said, rocking her one night.
“Will Lilyss leave us one day Mama?” She asked, playing with her mother’s curls.
“One day, sweetling, one day.”
“But Mama, what if I don’t want Lilyss to go on a different path?”
“We can’t have what we want all the time. That is the way of the world. We walk with others for parts of the journey, and we must make the most of the time we have with them.” She had nodded and fell asleep. Watching the girls on the floor she was glad to have the time to walk with them that she did. She thought back on the people who had shared her stage of the journey with her, her mother, her father, her grandparents and aunts and uncles, before they left to walk along a different path and to leave her trail forever, some cousins had also left her. Her brother still walked with her. She had met numerous people along the journey, some she met again regularly and some she shared a brief time with. No matter the time she had, for none could guess how long two people would walk together, she had made the most and lived that stage of her life to the full. She always remembered whom she had walked with, who had brought joy to her life for the short time they walked with her. She said the prayers of remembrance for them each night, when the journey was over for the day, and each morning, when the journey begun afresh, she wished them a pleasant and productive day. Certain things stuck out in her mind; the time her brother had strayed from the path. He had gone out one day and did not return for a week. She had worried about him every night that week, “Mama! Has he stopped walking with us?”
“No, sweetling, he will be back. The journey we walk is his journey as well.” He had returned then, looking better than ever and had money to aid the path.
Then Grandpa had bowed off the path forever. Everyone was sad, especially her. Grandpa used to tell her stories about the journey from when he was a young boy. Though Grandpa never walked with them again, he was remembered and the journey went on.
Next was Grandmamma. She decided it was her time to leave them.
“Don’t cry for me, Little One,” she had said, wiping her tears away. “I get to walk with Grandpa again. We will meet again one day and continue the journey together.”
“Promise, Grandmamma?”
“I promise. Now, go help your Mama with the cooking.”
On they went, though from time to time, she still cried for Grandmamma and Grandpa.
All too soon, more members of her family and friends, fellow walkers on this road they travelled, all stepped of the path forever. She lost her mother’s brothers and sisters, her father’s siblings. Each time she gained solace in the words Grandmamma had once said before she left, “When someone leaves, they don’t leave forever. They will always think of you. As long as someone on the journey thinks of them, they will always travel with you in here, in your heart,” she placed her hand on her heart. Every instance where someone left the path, she repeated these words for all to hear. Soon it became a traditional saying whenever someone left. One day, her mother called her, “I must leave soon. All my time on the path, the road, all of it is over now.”
“No! Mama!” She had held her mother tight that night. The next morning, she and her father repeated the words as her mother left.
Many moons later, she met someone. He journeyed with her and took her as his wife. Their paths were interlinked.
Soon after, it was her father’s time to leave. After he left, her husband held her close and whispered to her.
“He will always walk with us if we remember him.” She had nodded and let herself be held tight.
She sighed and returned her thoughts to the girls in front of her. The oldest looked up, concerned.
“Is everything alright, Mama?”
“Yes, sweetling, it is.”
“Grandmamma’s off dreaming again, Mama!” The youngest one said, giggling. “Tell me about your journey’s with Grandpa!”
She smiled. Her husband had left the path two years ago. The youngest barely remembered him and enjoyed stories about him. Smiling she spoke of the many bumps in the road they had faced together and overcame, coming out stronger than before. Watching her granddaughter’s face light up with joy, she remembered her own grandmother telling stories when the nights were long and cold, with the fire roaring in the hearth. Her daughter stroked her arm and handed her a hot mug of tea. Finishing her latest story, she finished with words her grandmother had said to her on those long, cold nights, “The path started many years ago, and after we leave it, it will go on for many more years, what we experience is a mere fraction of the length from beginning to end. There is always more to see, more to walk. But remember this: always think of those you have met and those who have left, for if you do, they shall always journey with you. Life is a constant journey and you must make the most of it. Enjoy every minute like it is your last and when your time to leave the journey comes, you will not regret a thing.” Finis
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:: The Journey ::
Sometimes the paths cross, from time to time someone will step on the path and walk, sometimes a person may leave the path forever, but they always remember their companions. Many say that the part of the path they walk is just the beginning, some say that the path ends when they leave. Most do not want to leave. Few actually have a choice, but regardless of what happens, they all know the journey will continue…
She sat in the room, candles flickering as they sat on the floor playing. The youngest, a girl, wore pink ribbons in her blonde hair and a white dress. The oldest, also a girl, had her loose brown hair tumbling down her back and a red dress on. The candles lit their faces as they joyously played on the floor. She thought back on her journey. She had walked long and hard. She was still walking, however she knew her journey was nearly over, she would have to step of the path. She remembered her mother telling her once, “This stage of the path may seem like the beginning to you, and for you, it is, your first step on the road, but the path that lies behind us, behind you and me, started many, many years ago. The first people to walk along the path, the people who started the journey chose this one instead of the many cross roads.”
“Like the one Lilyss walks, Mama?” She had asked.
“That’s right, sweetling. Lilyss walks a different path to us, yet for the time being, she and hers are with us on the journey,” her mother had said, rocking her one night.
“Will Lilyss leave us one day Mama?” She asked, playing with her mother’s curls.
“One day, sweetling, one day.”
“But Mama, what if I don’t want Lilyss to go on a different path?”
“We can’t have what we want all the time. That is the way of the world. We walk with others for parts of the journey, and we must make the most of the time we have with them.” She had nodded and fell asleep. Watching the girls on the floor she was glad to have the time to walk with them that she did. She thought back on the people who had shared her stage of the journey with her, her mother, her father, her grandparents and aunts and uncles, before they left to walk along a different path and to leave her trail forever, some cousins had also left her. Her brother still walked with her. She had met numerous people along the journey, some she met again regularly and some she shared a brief time with. No matter the time she had, for none could guess how long two people would walk together, she had made the most and lived that stage of her life to the full. She always remembered whom she had walked with, who had brought joy to her life for the short time they walked with her. She said the prayers of remembrance for them each night, when the journey was over for the day, and each morning, when the journey begun afresh, she wished them a pleasant and productive day. Certain things stuck out in her mind; the time her brother had strayed from the path. He had gone out one day and did not return for a week. She had worried about him every night that week, “Mama! Has he stopped walking with us?”
“No, sweetling, he will be back. The journey we walk is his journey as well.” He had returned then, looking better than ever and had money to aid the path.
Then Grandpa had bowed off the path forever. Everyone was sad, especially her. Grandpa used to tell her stories about the journey from when he was a young boy. Though Grandpa never walked with them again, he was remembered and the journey went on.
Next was Grandmamma. She decided it was her time to leave them.
“Don’t cry for me, Little One,” she had said, wiping her tears away. “I get to walk with Grandpa again. We will meet again one day and continue the journey together.”
“Promise, Grandmamma?”
“I promise. Now, go help your Mama with the cooking.”
On they went, though from time to time, she still cried for Grandmamma and Grandpa.
All too soon, more members of her family and friends, fellow walkers on this road they travelled, all stepped of the path forever. She lost her mother’s brothers and sisters, her father’s siblings. Each time she gained solace in the words Grandmamma had once said before she left, “When someone leaves, they don’t leave forever. They will always think of you. As long as someone on the journey thinks of them, they will always travel with you in here, in your heart,” she placed her hand on her heart. Every instance where someone left the path, she repeated these words for all to hear. Soon it became a traditional saying whenever someone left. One day, her mother called her, “I must leave soon. All my time on the path, the road, all of it is over now.”
“No! Mama!” She had held her mother tight that night. The next morning, she and her father repeated the words as her mother left.
Many moons later, she met someone. He journeyed with her and took her as his wife. Their paths were interlinked.
Soon after, it was her father’s time to leave. After he left, her husband held her close and whispered to her.
“He will always walk with us if we remember him.” She had nodded and let herself be held tight.
She sighed and returned her thoughts to the girls in front of her. The oldest looked up, concerned.
“Is everything alright, Mama?”
“Yes, sweetling, it is.”
“Grandmamma’s off dreaming again, Mama!” The youngest one said, giggling. “Tell me about your journey’s with Grandpa!”
She smiled. Her husband had left the path two years ago. The youngest barely remembered him and enjoyed stories about him. Smiling she spoke of the many bumps in the road they had faced together and overcame, coming out stronger than before. Watching her granddaughter’s face light up with joy, she remembered her own grandmother telling stories when the nights were long and cold, with the fire roaring in the hearth. Her daughter stroked her arm and handed her a hot mug of tea. Finishing her latest story, she finished with words her grandmother had said to her on those long, cold nights, “The path started many years ago, and after we leave it, it will go on for many more years, what we experience is a mere fraction of the length from beginning to end. There is always more to see, more to walk. But remember this: always think of those you have met and those who have left, for if you do, they shall always journey with you. Life is a constant journey and you must make the most of it. Enjoy every minute like it is your last and when your time to leave the journey comes, you will not regret a thing.” Finis