Memories

This place was most beautiful at sunset, the sun just disappearing beyond the horizon producing a golden hue that reflected off the pure waves, like a million diamonds scattered on a marble floor it seemed to create a magical scene as if in a fairytale.

Below the crashing waves were the homes of hundreds of colorful fish, angel fish, clown fish and scuttling hermit crabs carrying their life on their backs.
When I was younger these crabs fascinated me, I remember my grandfather teaching me how to pick them up without them pinching me.

Then he would pick up the larger ones which seemed almost as big as me their pinchers like the branches of a cedar tree, he would just hold them in the middle of his great big palm and I would watch with wonder as they pinched him and he didn’t even flinch, to me he was my hero, he was bullet proof, he was larger than life.

Now he is older; in pain, even when lying in bed, when I see him now, it’s hard to believe he is that strong man from my memories, his time is soon I’m sure but when his time comes I won’t cry, ill smile on the memories we have had.

I will remember his smile and the way his eyes sparkled when surrounded by his grandchildren I’ll remember making him sit down and putting all my butterfly clips in his hair and him not minding. I will remember him even when the night grows dark and my heart stills, I will remember that strong, young man from my memories.