I remember a story my grandfather told me once
He and my mother were outside one night when she was just a young girl
Grandfather had a tracer bullet (it leaves a trail of its path)
He said to her watch this I’m going to shoot the moon
When he made the shot she could see the path heading upwards towards the moon
She began to cry
When the bullet was out of sight and the path no longer visible
Grandfather held my mother close and told her he could never do that
He told her one day he would be in heaven and the moon would be there shining down on her so he could always see her
She grabbed grandfather and told him she loved him and to this day she remembers that night and when she’s outside at night she looks toward the moon and says hello dad
Dedicated to my mother
Marsha Hamilton
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