I remember when I found out I was pregnant with the girls I lifted my phone to call my Nana and then I remembered she would never pick up her earthly phone again. It was like being stabbed in the gut. I've never screamed like I screamed in that moment. It was like it had just happened.
When she died I didn't cry. I held her hand. I kissed her and I said goodbye as she was taken off of life support. I never cried because I wasn't raised to see death as this horrible thing. I view death as the freeing of our spirits from the limitations of a physical body. Anywho, I've had so much happen in my life in the years since her death and I just needed to share it with my Nana. So I decided to write her. I know she will never read the words, but I still needed to write them. We will do this every year. I will write because it helps me grieve her. It helps me feel like I'm still connected to her and I feel like it will connect my girls to her.
My Grandmother Rose died in January 2009. Her birth month was February, but its still dreary outside in February. I didn't think a dreary day matched the Spirit of such a beautiful soul, so we waited until May. April Showers bring May flowers...and my favorite flower is Rose. It always will be.
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