We stood on the edge of the wooden platform. Amber and red jewels drifted from the lobes of the trees, stirring in the wind before resting on the ground.
I held his shoulders. The river rushed beneath our feet."Your grandmother will always be in these waters," I said."And she'll always be with you."
He pondered this, a divot creasing his front brow. And then, cupping his hands, his voice rang out. "I love you Grandma!"
The wind sighed, and the water continued to push toward forever.
My hands shook as I pressed his body to mine. All was salt and held breath.
"Mommy," he whispered, "She said 'I love you, too.' "
And in that moment, I knew it to be true.
*With much love to my mother-in-law. Rest in peace. *