As boys, he and his brother stayed with their grandparents one week each summer.
On those mornings, he would awake and find his grandmother sitting on her back porch, sipping her coffee next to a trellis covered with colorful morning glories.
“They love the sun,” she would say with a smile, as she gazed upon the illuminated blooms.
She always seemed so happy there.
Years later, he realized how hard his grandmother’s life had been, and he came to know his own darkness and find his own places bathed in light.
On those mornings, he would awake and find his grandmother sitting on her back porch, sipping her coffee next to a trellis covered with colorful morning glories.
“They love the sun,” she would say with a smile, as she gazed upon the illuminated blooms.
She always seemed so happy there.
Years later, he realized how hard his grandmother’s life had been, and he came to know his own darkness and find his own places bathed in light.
