The first sound I heard as I opened my front door this morning was the distant squawk of a skein of geese flying overhead. In a split second my thoughts went back to the cornfield next to my grandmother's house. As a young girl I saw more than my share of geese flying over that field. I would watch as v-shaped formation would glide through bright blue skies and wonder about the sights they might see on their journey.
This morning I looked up and wondered exactly the same thing. In that moment I felt like I was 10 again. I smiled and turned toward my car to head to work as I thought of all the other memories that cornfield held for me. By the time I pulled open the car door I found myself missing my grandmother as much as I did the day she died thirteen years ago.
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