Sunset Hill -- Margaret S.

I thought of Paula while I was out walking this morning on Sunset hill, a very long, very steep climb. I think of her everytime I go up there. When I used to walk with Paula in the mornings, I couldn't bear the pain of that hill any longer than necessary. So I would stride up ahead of her to get it over with as fast I could, and then nearly pass out at the top. Paula, whose knees and breathing were always a challenge, took the steadier approach, walking slowly and evenly all the way up. I still don't know how she managed it. The climb today was tougher than ever! Of course I'm older now, but not much wiser, I guess.

But that's not why I wanted to post something. I wanted to share a dream I had recently. We were having dinner at the Shanks Hilton. I'm not sure who was there from my family, but Kate, Paula and John were there, and it was festive and relaxed. Paula chatted with us comfortably and seemed more relaxed and happy than ever. Only when I was about to leave did it hit me that Paula was gone - so how could she be at dinner? I said to John something like "how did you get Paula back?" And of course, as dreams do - it ended before the plot was resolved. No matter, it was nice to share dinner with Paula again.

Comments

[Grandma MIriam]

That steep walk full of memories of Paula was the perfect prelude to a wonderful dream. The magic is always heart warming.
How we treasure them both.

[Ann]

I'm jealous of your dream, Margaret, but glad I'm not trying to walk up Sunset.

[Billy Shanks]

Lovely post Margaret. I was reading a favorite children's book to my daughter this evening and there is an older sister in the book who does a very kind thing for her younger brother and Paula popped rite out of the page to me. Cheers.

[patt]

We had her with us in spirit eating fried clams in Maine last week. Thanks for sharing that.

[Jennifer Dix]

I have dreams like these about my mother and dad, who've been gone 8 and 10 years respectively now. It's nice when they come back to visit.