Tall stems with large blossoms from top to bottom sit in buckets at the street market. One moment I am there, the next I am transported. It is a simple flash back in time, her favorite flowers on a table. She is still alive, still strong, still smiling with that twinkle in her eyes. A crossword puzzle book sits mostly completed next to a pencil, the television is playing QVC. Dolls cover most available surfaces and she is sitting poised and ready to engage in another epic Yahtzee battle. The torrent of happy memories lasts only for a moment, then it ends and reality comes back. She is still gone, and suddenly I miss her like it has not already been five years. I bid the colorful, flowery time machines good day, and move forward.
well written. :)
I experience the same sort of thing with my Grandpa.
Lovely memory too. I miss her too.