I guess, I missed a day writing in this journal. I have been quite busy and an overload of activities that had to be accounted for.

My beloved tree fell this week. Why do I call it my *beloved* tree? Well, it shared a lot within my life. What did we share? We had many picnics together. It gave shade on hot summer days. It was a comfort to me when I just needed to think.

I will never forget the time my grandson decided we would take turns hugging it. It was a glorious day! A day I won’t forget. The warmth from that old tree was amazing when I wrapped my arms around it. Little Alan, could hold back from screaming in delight of it all.

We made many of wishes, by placing pennies in its crevices. “Now, close your eyes tightly, Grandmother. Make a wish, open your eyes and gently place the penny in its special place.” I would hear him Whisper to me. He has always used very good language and speaks like a little adult.

I remember one time, I had gotten onto him for telling a lie. He simply looked at me, with his hands on his hips and said, “I am not lying, Grandmother! I am talking.” I just stood in awe for a few seconds, because he was talking, but it was a lie too.

The tree just fell over from the roots and left a huge hole, not only in the ground, but in our lives too.