My son and I sat on the park bench outside of town. It’s a beautiful spot on the outskirts of the desert, especially at sundown.
“What do you think Josh?” I ask.
“About what daddy?” the ten-year old replies.
“Look at the sky,” I ask of him. “Read to me what you see. “
“Daddy, there are no words in the sky, that’s silly.”
Oh Josh, there are plenty of words in that sky. Look out there, its like a plane flew in the sky throwing out big letters that formed words. Just for us. Look at the beauty of the sky. There is one word. Beauty. Look how peaceful it is. Feel it? There is another word, peaceful. Painters paint beauty like this. Its their inspiration. There is another word. Inspiration. Don’t you see all this Josh?
“Daddy, how do you see all that?”
Josh, use your imagination and the words will come to you. I use my imagination. There is another word in the sky. Imagination. You have to feel what’s around you. Close your eyes. Feel the breeze, imagine the view you just saw right before your eyes closed. There is another word. Feel. Use your eyes, don’t you see hope in the sky Josh? Hope, another word. The words are endless son.
“I suppose daddy. But when I close my eyes and think of this sunset, all I see is mommy” he says to me with tears in his eyes. “I feel her arms holding me.”
“Josh, you saw beauty. You felt love. From this view of the sky. You didn’t need words. It was all there for you. From her. She will never leave you.”
“Daddy, I wish I could write I love you mommie in the sky.”
“You just did Josh. I am sure she just read it.”
This fiction was written for Inspiration Monday. Click for the prompts and rules.
Mind of Shoo 
oh. wow. this was just beautiful…just so heartfelt and touching.
every line was just right for the way we all grieve and the comfort we long for as we do.
GORGEOUS.
Awe. thanks for the kind words. I really appreciate you visiting and commenting. Glad you enjoyed it.
This reminds me of my dad – ironic, as he has always claimed he has no imagination.
I love the thought behind this, and especially the ending. “You just did, Josh.”
Brings a tear to the eye!
Welcome to Inspiration Monday. : )
Thanks for the warm welcome. I am glad I stumbled across IM. And thanks for the kind words. Its neat it brought a memory of your dad. TY
An interesting narrative. The son’s character was indeed that of a typical ten-year old who seems clever too. It’s very believable.
Thanks….that is a very big compliment saying the ten year old is believeable. TY and thanks for reading.
This was such a heartbreaking story. I thought it was a sweet father-son moment but you got me with the kid wanting to write I love you mommie in the sky 🙂
Glad you enjoyed it. The story changed as I wrote it. Initially, it was just a father son moment. Funny how that works as you write. Thanks for reading the story.