Recently, my grandson Henry, slept over. I laid awake in my bed and listened to him breathe. His breaths were shallow, quick, and light, while mine were long and deep. Two Henry’s in my thoughts. They would never know each other. I would know for both of them.
When young, I would lay awake in my bed and listen to my father, Henry, breathe his long, deep breaths. I would try to copy his cadence and couldn’t. My breaths were quicker, shallower, and lighter. I wondered when I would be old enough to breathe like him.
Recently, my grandson Henry, slept over. I laid awake in my bed and listened to him breathe. His breaths were shallow, quick, and light, while mine were long and deep. Two Henry’s in my thoughts. They would never know each other. I would know for both of them.
Mary Wallace
18/9/2020 10:58:45 am
Lovely story Gary. How lucky we are to be connections between generations.
Gary Belenke
19/9/2020 05:35:10 am
Thank you.
Sue Clayton
19/9/2020 03:09:57 am
Bonding through the breaths of life. Enjoyed this.
Gary Belenke
19/9/2020 05:35:51 am
Sue, thank you.
Sandra James
19/9/2020 07:23:30 am
A heartwarming story, Gary, and the last line is perfect! Comments are closed.
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