Zanon'Garden

Grandma Zanon’s heart was like a garden in full bloom. She taught me how important it was to appreciate the beauty in life and our visits together were cherished, along with the freshly cut, vibrant bouquets from her garden that smelled delicious. Her hugs were warm and inviting, leaving me with a scent of lavender. My dear grandma and best friend became very ill at the age of eighty-seven. My heart broke when I realized that her days were fading. On my last visit with her, I looked into her once-vivid blue eyes, now pale gray. I smiled, gently touching her hand, feeling the beautiful, velvet skin. As she drifted to sleep, I caressed her hair, thinning but still lustrous white silver. I memorized every wrinkle as if it were telling me a story. As I bent over to kiss my friend's cheek, she opened her loving eyes. I could see the fear in them, and I cradled her close to me and whispered, “I love you,” “I promise to meet you in the Kingdom.” The room felt calm, and I realized at that moment that the garden was painted in my heart forever.