Chapter
22, The Meadow
I have no idea what time it is, the sky darkish.
I am walking slowly, but with urgency;
my stride a mind of its own. I am feeling guilty about having left Ivy, Ava,
and Todd without word. I realize I do not have my cell phone. I pray that they
do not worry. It occurs to me that I should also ask for guidance. And I do.
The emotion in me swells, words escape me. In this moment, I feel but cannot
think. I pray with my heart, trusting God to know what I am saying and choosing
to believe that He will lead me where I am to go.
I brought the locket and letters with
me, having placed them in my over-the-shoulder tote. The key must lead to
something of worth. Why else would my grandmother show me where it was? I have
given up trying to figure out exactly what that exchange was between us. A gift
from God, enough said.
The last time I visited her she didn’t
recognize me. I tried not to take it personally, remembering it’s the dementia.
The disease has crippled her for years...though right now I wish we could talk
about all that has emerged during this vacation. Maybe talking about it will
spark a memory for her and she will be able to fill in any remaining gaps. I
wonder if she was aware of the letters from my father to my mother…
And thinking of the letters, how could I
not want to get to know my father better?