The warm sun was on her face, the cool wind whipping her hair. It was a beautiful day. The trees and grass were green and lush and the sky was a clear blue. “Are you okay, my dear?” Nancy opened her eyes and turned her head. Her grandmother Sarah sat beside her. Her gray hair was up in a tight bun atop her head and a pair of spectacles rested on her beautifully wrinkled nose. She was wearing a light blue sun dress, the one Nancy had given her for her 70th birthday. “I’m fine, Gramma,” Nancy replied with a smile. “Why do you ask?” Gramma Sarah smiled a sad smile and looked down at Nancy over the top of her spectacles. “I thought I heard you singing a sad song, my dear,” she explained. “Perhaps I was mistaken?” Nancy thought for a moment and then frowned. “No, Gramma, you’re right. I was singing...” Gramma Sarah nodded.
