Today I Climbed a Hill
Today I climbed a hill. And I thought about you. I remembered the time we came and they were dredging the river. I remembered shouting ‘echo’ under the viaduct. I remembered how much I hated going for walks and lay on the ground at the first opportunity.
Was it the last time we were here I took that photo? I remember listening to you guiding my hands on the lens. Looking at you as you squinted back at me in the sun. Grandpa down in the valley behind you; stalking butterflies with his camera and the kind of patience he seemed to have by the bucket load.
Was that the last summer? Was it the last time you tutored me through a shot? The papers used that photo when you died. I was oddly proud that it was my capture which was chosen. Today I took a photo at the same point. Nothing more than a view and memories.
Today I climbed a hill with a baby on my back. The hillside was alive with wild flowers and butterflies too swift for my slow fingers. Today we had a picnic, swang from trees and played hide-and-seek. Today I split the seam on my trousers larking about with the children. Today my knees ached. Today it was me leading a reluctant child by the hand.
Today I climbed a hill. And I thought about you.
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This post by @thatkat is beautiful and sad and wonderful http://t.co/ZMELrA4z
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Lovely memories! Took me back to my childhood too.
A beautiful post – creating and recalling memory in a very poignant way.
Pomona x
Remembering a path walked, never forgotten and to be walked again once more. It sounds like a promise. I can almost imagine that the footprints from your memories were hidden in the long grass underneath your feet as you traced the climb, this time as mother.
I cannot find the right words to say how much your words feel, sound and make such an impact as though tactile and reaching something deep that I thought had gone.
I think your father climbed that hill with you today too.
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Beautiful post Kat, it is lovely that you get to do these things with your own children.
Beautiful, I love these sort of reflective memories. Thoughts with you xx
Such beautiful words. Lots of love to you x
Lovely post, made me think of my Grandad , not that he would have climbed a hill he was more of a Lets watch Batman together , i thought he totally rocked.
Thanks for reminding me of him x
Oh Kat, that was beautiful. Like Poetry.
However I have just cried at my desk at work.
Sorry Eve x
Thank you all for your kind words. Sometimes grief surprises you no matter how old.