Walking Path

This morning, Toby and I took a long walk on our neighborhood walking path. It was the first time this year that I had done so. When we got to the first pond, I saw a big flock of ducks and it brought back many fond memories of Shahdi and Arman when they were small and enjoyed handing out bread to the ducks. As we continued our walk and passed the second pond, we reached the apple trees which had the delicious apples. I remembered the story my father had told me many times about the time when he and Shahdi had gone on a walk together and reached the apple trees. My father had expressed an interest in picking some apples but had decided not to because they didn’t have anything in which they could put the apples. Thus, he was about to abandon his wish and move on, when Shahdi had pointed out to him that she could fit a few apples in her overall’s pockets and he could fit a few in his pants’ pockets as well. So, Shahdi had first stuffed a few apples in his grandfather’s pockets and then hers, and afterwards, happily marched on towards home! 

I had heard this story several times in the last fifteen years, but the last time my father told me the story was shortly after our beloved Shahdi had passed away. We each have such interesting memories of Shahdi because she was quite a unique individual, smart, witty, kind, and creative. I just hope our brains do not lose the link to Shahdi’s memories and they stay fresh and clear in our minds until the end.