Sapling to Seedling

by Dreams of Ponies

Rating: teen
Tags: Death, Sad, Applejack, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Big Macintosh
Length: 1145

Loss is as much a part of life as breathing itself. Now the Apples lay down another member of their family unto their orchard.

Loss is as much a part of life as breathing itself. Now the Apples lay down another member of their family unto their orchard.
Art by Loveless Nights

Editor: Level Dasher

Prereaders: Toasty
Jowijo

Published 2018-01-28 19:50:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-01-28 19:50:07 UTC

Beneath the Apple-Pear Tree

Drifting autumn leaves twisted in the whistling wind, with gathered ponies standing beside the intertwined branches of an apple and pear tree. Rays of sunset weaved between the amber clouds as a single orange-colored mare stepped purposely before a large, open grave.

Applejack pulled a black Stetson down slightly over her eyes, the crowd of colorful ponies seeming to glow before her in the light of the ending day. Closing her eyes for a moment, she drew in a long, stuttering breath. Then, with a painful smile, the beginning of tears showing at the corners of her eyes, she spoke.

“Thank you, everypony, for comin’ today.”

She looked out into the faces of her siblings, Big Mac wrapping his hoof around their younger sister, Apple Bloom. Small tears fell from the filly’s face as her brother whispered into her ear. Then, after a sniffle, she looked up, her cheeks wet.

Giving a thankful nod, Applejack continued, “We’ve… we all knew this was comin’. Granny, well, she’d been here for so long that even she couldn’t remember how long.” There was a choked laugh before she continued. “Sometimes she’d say she was here before Ponyville was.” Applejack cracked a small smile. “And chew your ear off if ya claimed she was actually that old.”

There was a ripple of laughter through the crowd. Applejack’s closest friends stood just behind her family, all adorned in black save for one perfectly pink pony. Pinkie Pie didn’t do black; this was probably closer to a going-away celebration in her eyes.

Everypony has their own way of dealing with these things.

“I could stand up here and talk about all the good times we had, or somethin’ like that, but instead, I’ve wrote a little somethin’ for Granny.” Applejack looked down at her siblings. “I know y’all got something ya want to say, so come on up, then we’ll read it together.”

The Apple siblings made their way up onto a small platform that stood before an open casket. The peaceful form of Granny Smith rested inside, so at ease that she might as well have been napping.

When Apple Bloom stepped up beside her brother and sister, and her eyes fell upon her grandmother, she had to choke back a sob. Her brother’s red hooves reached down, picking her up and placing her on his back. Big Mac gave her an encouraging nuzzle and positioned her in front of the crowd.

“Hi.” She sniffed, wiping away tears with a hoof. “I didn’t know anythin’ about hay fever before all this, but…” Apple Bloom lowered her eyes. “Granny fought so hard, for so long, that it hurt to watch. I went to see her at the hospital every day after school… sometimes I skipped school and stayed all day…”

She smiled a little guilty smile towards her teacher, who gave a loving shake of her head from the crowd.

“All the doctors loved Granny, even when she’d throw things at ‘em.” Apple Bloom stifled a laugh. “She never wanted to be cooped up like that… Even the chickens on the farm get to go outside durin’ the day.”

Apple Bloom looked down at their resting relative, and finally lost control as tears began to fall without relent. “I’ll never stop missin’ you, Granny. But I’m glad you’re not hurtin’ anymore.”

Big Mac reached up, bringing his sister’s muzzle alongside his before he turned to speak.

“There’s never been anypony like Granny Smith, and there never will be again.” Big Mac smiled softly down at his elder. “She was one of a kind, a shining gold apple in both my life and my little sisters’. She’d say that an aged cider is just that much wiser, and boy did she school me good when she got the chance.

“And strong as I am, and as much as Granny tried to teach us, she’d still make me feel like a foal, even as she lay on her last bed.” Big Mac closed his eyes before he spoke again. “‘Big Mac, don’cha be worryin’ none about me. You’ve got the farm, and the family, and now, it’s high time I give back to the orchard.’”

Big Mac let a single tear fall as he looked over the gathering ponies. “‘Buck up, youngins, you’ve got a life to live. Ain’t nothin to do with an old apple but plant it in the ground.’”

His hooves wavered as Applejack stepped next to him, placing her hoof upon his withers. Applejack sighed deeply before she pulled a small paper from her hat, unfurling it as the three Apples were joined by an old Pear. He said nothing, but stood next to them in loving solidarity.

“Apple seed to apple tree, we’ll plant you with our parents for all to see. You raised us, taught us, gave us all we know. You loved us, scolded us, sat back and watched us grow. Joking, laughing, for all to see, you let us make mistakes, scrape our knees, let us be free. We’ll always miss you, always love you, our Granny Smith, wherever you may be.”

Slowly, the casket where Granny rested was closed, then lowered down, the last of Celestia’s sun flowing down like a golden river through the trees. The Apple family came forward, one at a time, and tossed a bit of dirt into the hole, as was tradition. As the line of ponies paying their respects dwindled, and the crowd dispersed, the three plus one Grand Pear sat before the mound. The heart-shaped tree of their parents cast a perfect shadow over Granny, and the Apple family embraced together as the sun finally set.

“I’m going to miss her so much.” Apple Bloom cried into her sister’s coat, her older sister’s tears trickling down to stain her ribbon-adorned mane.

“I know, sugarcube. It ain’t gonna be the same without her, but we’ve got to look forward from now on.” She tilted Apple Bloom’s head up. “It’s what she’d want, Bloom.”

Big Mac picked Apple Bloom up in his hooves and put her on his back. “Eyyup.”

Author's Note

Hey there, ponies... I'm going through a rough patch right now, and decided to publish this one after a fashion.

See, I had initially written this story as a personal challenge for myself; I had to cover a serious subject matter in about a thousand words. It turned out alright, but I wasn't really sure if I'd publish it or not.

Well, I had a close family member fall terribly ill a few days ago. So I had my friend skim it with his editing comb, and I published, mostly because this story now carries a lot more weight to me.

Anyway, thanks for reading.

Life is short. Don't forget to love and cherish those around you while you can.