PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson
Jed had run up and down these steps as a young man, hauling lumber to build his house, hauling furnishings, never missing a step.
He’d walked up the steps, carrying his new bride so close to his heart that she asked him to let her breathe a bit.
He’d carried their babies up and down, glorying in watching them grow, learn, and eventually leave.
He’d helped carry his beloved Sarah’s coffin down the steps, grief so heavy he thought he’d die.
Now, his knees were a problem. But then, “Grandad, you comin’?” made the trek worthwhile.