The Final Voyage
Sep 30th, 2016 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Grandfather boarded the old boat cautiously, wary of his footing. But once he’d left the docks behind, his balance actually improved. The years on shore might have accelerated his aging. We all silently hoped that being on the water might reverse his decline.
We waved optimistically as he pushed away from the pier, careful to act like this was any other departure. As Grandfather awkwardly raised the sails, he lacked the same proficiency of his younger days, though they eventually caught the wind and the boat glided away.
We cried then, knowing we’d never see Grandfather again. The horizon beckoned.
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