Snowflakes on her Eyelashes
My grandmother died 5 years ago but I was very close to her and was devastated when the cancer finally took her away. I used to get very upset when I thought about her but now I just think of her with fondness and happy memories.

Anyway, a few weeks ago we had really heavy snow where I live but being the diligent student that I am I decided to brave the snow and walk on to campus for a lecture.

As I was walking I was suddenly reminded of a story that my Grandmother used to tell me. When she was a young lass growing up in Yorkshire she was at her fist formal dance. It was the winter and the snow was falling heavily. She was standing near the door when a girl that she had never seen before walked in. What caught my Grandmothers eye was that her eyelashes were so thick and long that she had snowflakes balancing on them. My grandmother told me that this girl was the most beautiful young woman that she had ever seen.

The reason I thought of this was I had snowflakes on my lashes. I desperately wanted to call my Grandma and tell her, she would like that. When the realisation that I couldn't came crashing down on me once again it was all I could do to control myself. I sat down on the nearest bench and sobbed my heart.
(MyrtleTheTurtle, Thu 14 Apr 2005, 16:26, Reply)