Through the Doorway

 Her mental rebellion ended,
Virginia sat alone.
Waiting.
The sky darkened,
the rain approaching.
She was afraid.
"Remember me, Ginny?"
Lenny stood smiling
in the doorway.
Ever the gentleman,
He had gone first.
Joyfully,
Ginny followed.

 

 

 

This weekend, we are revisiting a prompt we've done before.  We are giving you three words and asking that you add another 33 to them to make a complete 36-word response.  You may use the words in any order you choose.

Our three words are:

remember
rain
rebellion

Now you give us yours.

 

 

My grandmother, Virginia, passed away this morning.  My grandfather, Leonard, passed on two months ago.  They were married seventy years.  Ginny, as my Grandpa called her, took care of him for many years, until dementia whittled her mind, and all that she was, down to nothing.   I'd like to imagine that, at the end, she came back to herself, if only for a brief moment. It's what I've been thinking about all day. My piece sprang from those thoughts.