Messages of Hope Stories
Lynn Marie's story
We climbed onto the merry-go-round, paint long since chipped away, rusted and lopsided as it was. Closing my eyes, the sounds of the fall leaves on the ground tumbling at the breezes whim, crunching under the foot of the merry soul pushing the contraption into a whirling collection of creeks and groans.
The giggles of youth crept out of all of us. For a brief moment we forgot what obligations of love and family that lay before us. Knowing the flow of tears and sorrowfulness were in the immediate future. A chance to escape to a place in time where Cancer did not exist, remembrance of a time as a child when the definition of the word was still unknown, was what we longed for.
Faces tilted to the sun, hands outreached, hair blowing in the breeze, around and around and around, laughter floating amount the sounds of fall leaves. Around and around and around we closed our eyes, and giggles of youth crept out.
