The first time…

Crazy it may seem…but the first time was when I was about 5 or so. My grandfather passed away a year before. It was a sunny day. A light breeze was billowing through my childish locks as I gambolled along with my carefree friends. Suddenly, I was filled with this inner urge, a longing, for what I don’t know. As I lifted my eyes towards the sky, I felt my granpa’s eyes on me and I can almost swear that I saw his benign face etched in the passing clouds. I felt an emotion so deep I don’t know how to describe it. All I remember is that it made me smile. At that moment, it dawned on my innocent heart that wherever I may be, Granpa will always be somewhere close.

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