Grandma had a secret, one she didn’t want to keep because it was so special. She wanted to share it with her family. The problem was, she didn’t know whether she imagined things, or maybe was a bit senile. She refused to believe that. She was only seventy-five. In the previous five summers when she visited Sanssouci, she saw images from the past so vivid that she thought she could touch them— sparkling clear images. She believed what she saw was real.
However, when she arrived back home in San Diego, her special power disappeared. She felt alone again and sad. She wanted to go back to Sanssouci to experience this wonder again, and discover the mystery of the park. She wondered whether others in her family had similar experiences—could see what she could see. Or, did only she possess this power?
Grandma loved seeing the past again and feeling now what she had felt many years earlier. It soothed her. Over time, feelings change. Hurt vanishes and good feelings prevail. Sometimes Grandma even saw glimpses of the future, happy ones.
She thought and thought, until she knew what she would do. She’d invite her granddaughter, Christina, to travel with her and spend the summer in Potsdam, where the park of Sanssouci was and two of her daughters lived.