Something to hold on to.

This tree fell down seventeen years ago. You may wonder how I know. My grandson is going to be 19 years old and he was two going on three when it happened. It was the first snow of the season and we walked out into the woods and it was covered with glittery decoration that only nature can provide. He stood by this tree and his blue eyes got so big and he said "Grandma, this is the magic place!" To everyone in our family and neighborhood this section of the woods is known as the magic place. Jimmy has enlisted in the Navy. I need to hold on to this memory. When I walk by this stump I can feel his presents and hold him close. The magic of this place will go with him.