Treasured memories, pulled up and pondered, furrow my melancholy brow and wet my face with salty, sunny-morning tears. Priest Lake, Idaho, Grandma, Grandpa, summer days on the sand, sliding through the water, Mom swimming the cool lake's clearness in her rubbery white bathing cap an iridescent blue dragon-fly hitch-hiking on her head as she grins, reaching her tanned, toned arms forward in perfect free-style strokes, while I swim confidently right beside her.
Memories of ten-year old me at the lake with my dear mother ache my heart today.
I miss her most in the summer, particularly when I am swimming.
Yet, my heart shines in joy - through the ache - at my ebullient memories.
I hope there is swimming in Heaven. I want to swim beside my mom again.
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