The Whisper in the Wind

-For Jane, a loving sister, mother, and grandmother who will never be forgotten.-

The cool summer wind moved the field of sunflowers, back and forth. The full moon hid behind the clouds as if it was scared of its own making. The crickets were silent, and all that could be heard was the slight humming of the wind rushing between the rows of sunflowers. Looking up at the cloudy sky, I sighed, "why are you hiding, Moon?" God must have been listening directly to me; the wind started to pick up, and the clouds slowly ran away as if He had just blown them away. Now the moon gleamed down and covered the field with a soft blue glow. As for the stars, you could see millions of them in the sky. Off in the distance I could here an old lullaby playing. It was one that my grandmother would sing to me every night. "Oh, hush thee," I started to sing along with the music. "My baby, the night is behind us." There was a soft whisper in my ear, and I instantly knew that God was with me, and He brought my grandmother as well. She softly sang into the wind, and along with the breeze, I could smell her sweet perfume. I closed my eyes and listened to her voice. I knew this was all just a dream, but if there were a way I could stay here forever, I would. But I eventually must wake, and face the truth that she is gone. As for now, I will sing with my grandmother and pray for better days.

This is a short story that I wrote in class only an hour ago. The prompt was to choose a quote for inspiration and write. I selected a quote from Fyoder Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment. The quote reads, "The darker the night, the brighter the stars. The deeper the grief, the closer is God!" I chose to write about my grandmother, who passed away when I was only two or three years old. Even though I was just a toddler, she still made a huge impact on my life. I am who I am because of who she was. I can feel her presence almost every day, and if I am ever in a desperate situation, she is always there to help me. All I have to do is close my eyes and there she stands, with open arms, and wisdom that could change the whole world. I miss her more and more every day, and I can't wait to see her again. As for now, I will continue to dream of her, and pray for better days. 

-Birdie