He holds fast to the memory attached to this swing. He would watch his beloved read books in the shade while gently swaying. He would sit beside her in the evenings while sipping on cool ice tea. Friends and family would arrive for visits and race to be the first one to sit on the swing. Folding chairs were hauled out from the garage and placed in a half-moon circle facing the swing. Sweet times and pleasant memories.
There has always been a wooden swing in the back yard or one hanging on the back porch. Pillows were added for a comfortable touch and cozy enough to lay down and take a nap. He would tie a rope on a branch of a tree or from a corner of the porch, long enough to reach the person sitting in the swing. We would stretch out on the swing, give the rope a tug and rock ourselves to sleep.
Things happen and life changes. She was no longer around to enjoy the swing with him. The rhythm of conversation taking place around the swing stopped because she was not there to talk. He never noticed how old the swing was and how badly the paint had chipped around the edges, until after she was gone. He noticed the swing more after the memories began to fade.
He fought back to keep the memories from disappearing. He bought lumber and set out to build a new swing. He created a swing like the original one he gave her years and years before. He built bird houses near the swing because she always loved to watch the birds. He is pleased with his carpentry knowing how thrilled she would have been and so proud of him. After memories fade, he sits on the swing he built for two and is flooded with peace that he will be with her again one day.
Lovely post. We want to fight the fading of memories and
who is to say building a new swing isn’t the best way to do it.
Even if he failed, the new swing is a beautiful tribute of his
love. Laura Hedgecock http://www.TreasureChestofMemories.com
This is a beautiful post. Not only is your story beautiful but your photos are stunning. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and images.
I feel so sad for your dad. How hard it is to be left
behind after his beloved has gone to be with the Lord. I love your
pictures, they’re amazing and they help tell the story really well.
I’m trying to find something to thank you for in this post because
all I’m feeling is a sadness for your dad, but it’s making me
grateful for my husband and to remember to cherish him now and
everyday of our lives together. So, thank you Donna and blessings,
(your neighbour in FMF) Adeline
Hi Adeline, Thank you for the kind words of care. Blessings!