Personal Narrative-Humorous

I can hear the playful laughter of my grandchildren in the distance as I sit, talking to my children under our cherry blossom tree. It is one of the many(and most beautiful) in Yoyogi Park, here in Tokyo. Each week we meet here to catch up and enjoy ourselves. However, today was different. Today would have been me and my husband’s 53rd wedding anniversary. It has been three years without him and I miss him with every moment. I lost him unexpectedly when he suffered a major heart attack resulting in death. As we sit and reminisce through old memories, amused with slight laughter at each story, I take in the surroundings. Under the tree you can see the incredible area. The flawless green grass glows as it absorbs the sun's heat. The cool breeze allows the day to not be overwhelmingly hot, it gives the day a

My two daughters call their children over and begin gathering their things before heading back into the city for the rest of their busy day. One by one, each person disappears back into their overwhelming lives until the next time we meet and I am left here alone. I remember all the times I have been alone, all the days where I sit at home, waiting to see my family again. This doesn’t make me sad though, if anything it makes me thankful. Thankful that despite this, I still have my family, and that I have lived my life. The memories are what keep me happy. I think about my husband now, his smile and laugh, the comfort I feel when around him. This lead me to think of my mother as well. My brother, my sister, my father. All these people and memories flow through my head. I miss them, but in the best way. I was so grateful to have these encounters in my life. I think of my children and grandchildren and how I was once them, engaged in the immediate world and its changes. I stop in the midst of walking away and turn around to admire the beauty of the tree once more before I