Travel at 94

Photo of Oupa and Miekietien

Story written 28/2/2003.

Oupa (English = Grandfather)

Who says you can't travel when you're 94. I won't be surprised if you do, and coming knocking on my door.

In a way you have already done just that, by jumping into my thoughts and saying hello.

So come with me and bring your jacket. It can still be a little cold here this time of year. Let me show you places where the Romans walked, down hidden passages with names like Prudence Passage. Places where Kings and Poets walked. Where bishops brewed beer and grew strawberries and lions were found a long time ago.

Maybe one day I can come and visit you too. Any you can take me through your thoughts. Your thoughts of life when you dreamed and hoped while you worked.... and tell me... what would you still like to do?

Who makes the rules anyway? Who's to say you can't still have dreams, can't still look forward to seasons and think of the flowers, the mountains and of past and future. Of course you can!

You can think of the cool morning air, friends, of family no longer there, of far away places and of tiny growing faces. Your faces. You can think of what they are doing... of how they are playing and wonder if they ever think of you.

You may wonder if they are asking the same questions you faced so long ago. The questions about who you are and where you came from. Well, let me tell you. They might not think like that at the moment but they will. I'll tell them as much as I can.

So remember and dream and visit in thought and we will do the same from here.