A season in my life has passed.
The leaves on the tree fall down to the earth, a rusty red, yellow and brown mulch carpet enriching the earth, keeping it safe. Just like Agnes, Edna and my George lying six feet beneath the earth, watching over me.
Memories of three little girls who won’t let a little boy into their secret lair within the wooden shed flood my mind. George never gave up, though, he pestered us day and night, interrupting every meeting. Soon he became our captain and we were his loyal musketeers. A friendship that blossomed well into our teenage years, until he went to college. And when He visited it was like he never left, slowly a special cord was strung between the two of us. The rest they say is history.
Agnes always teased that I was never the first to try out anything new, thus it wasn’t a surprise that they all went before me. Relaxing my back against the wooden shed, I close my eyes, I feel safer crossing over now.
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