To live in the hearts of those we love is never to die ~ Thomas Campbell
My hand in yours we chatted about nothing and everything on the cobblestone road.
Brotchen for breakfast and a beer in a paper bag
“Shh,” you told me, “…it’s our secret.” – I nodded my reply.
I remember sitting at your feet asking questions
listening to your stories, absorbing every word.
Hungry for the old stories about the war
About our family history.
I wished we didn’t live so far apart.
Yet my memories are so precious and held treasured in my heart
I remember your face, how small in stature, how thin you were
and how you amazed me that time you walked up the stairs on your hands.
The sound of your laugh and how your eyes twinkled.
I remember the last time I saw you
As our taxi pulled away
I turned and looked out the back window
You stood in the middle of the road
Crying as if you knew it was goodbye.
~ DIANA’S ENORMOUS BOOK OF QUOTES ~
That was so long ago but sometimes I still miss you Opa