Drift Away
430 Words
Lucinda’s pov;
And so, I happily stayed by my family’s side through all the hardships to have come and gone as I watched with an easy-going smile knowing that they’ve experienced the pain and joy that comes with life. My children, who are no longer children grew into adults and now have families of their own. My Marcus, my husband, who’s now the elderly that our grandchildren love with all their hearts as we do with them. Although they know the truth of my sickness, it’s obvious how they address/spend time with me is difficult on how my psychical appearance is.
Even so, my love for my grandchildren, the will to overcome this growing fear holds the ambition to be the cause of living. And that’s how it’s always been, for the past seventy-five years.
1992, for its been twenty years since Marcus died. Then, later on, it was my children that also had their time cut short of the world. The past cannot be buried as it is the reason for our future. For it was my past that became my children and my grandchildren’s future. Nevertheless, their lives are now my lives to live, forevermore and even after that as they continue to drift away.
I’ve been wandering the Earth for many years. Living thriving from one place to another with only one true purpose to live.
Although it was not the wish of myself, for the family who I’ve loved that is long gone. As they're now one with the planet, deep beneath the earth for they’re one with the soil that I walk on. To honor their wish I live for them, as I’ve long forgotten to live for myself. Just as how I can no longer remember my true age anymore. Maybe, one of these I’ll remember and maybe learn once more what it is to live as I’ll maybe love again. But not today.
Time marches forward, and I’ll always be left behind. However, within my grief and loneliest, I've found children that have also lost their way to live. Whether it was through times of war, death and many other situations, they've become the home that welcomes me. And that I've become the children's world that gives them love, protection, and mostly hope. For as the seasons' changed and grew into anew, a little bit of light had shined into my dark void.
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