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Two or Three Times… Freedom

Years ago I drove by a little pond nestled between an outside bend of the Green River and a busy four-lane road.  This little pond surrounded by trees somehow maintains peacefulness despite having another two-lane road beside it cross the other and a small bridge over the river.  I drove on these roads to and from work two or three times a day for a few years.  Then my job changed and I only drove by two or three times per week, for a few more years.  I never stopped at this little pond with a totem pole, fishing docks for kids, couple of picnic tables, some benches and a gravel trail around it.

One day, driving by with a very young Sarrah she looked out the window at it (as I had more than two or three thousand times) and then at me, she began to get excited, we stopped.

Sarrah delighted in what I thought was harassing the ducks and geese that always seemed to be there, sending them swimming from one side to the other, two or three times each visit.  Perhaps she was simply intrigued by their freedom.

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3 thoughts on “Two or Three Times… Freedom

  1. I am so sorry for your loss. I read on and your words moved me to tears. You’re right, Sarrah is free now. And she will live on forever in your heart and in your memories, and for us readers, she is now immortalized in the lines of your blog.

  2. I am so sorry for your loss. I read on and your words moved me to tears. You are right, Sarrah is free now. And she will love on forever in your heart and and in your memories. For us readers, she is immortalized in the lines of your blog.

  3. I’m so sorry for your loss Bryan. Sarrah was beautiful and dear to you. Keep inspiring us w/your words. And, thank you for following my blog.

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