Sunshine

When my Grandma lay dying in hospice, and the sunlight poured through the windows, my Grandpa held her hand and sang this softly to her: 

They’re together now, after almost eight years apart. One was one this side of the curtain, away from the mystery, and the other had already crossed into forever. I wonder what their reunion was like, was he dressed once again in his Army Air Corps uniform, the jacket cut trimly in olive drab? Was she wearing a dress that he loved and lots of red lipstick? Was her strawberry blonde hair up in victory rolls? Did they recognize each other right away? Or was there a pause after passing on the sidewalk, a moment of quiet, and then finally a joyful recognition. We can’t know that yet. I  hope we get to find out someday.

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15 thoughts on “Sunshine

  1. Cootie and I are sorry to hear of your loss. And yet we share your curiosity about that last step into the Great Adventure. Your grandparents know those answers, and they have learned them together. Aces.

  2. It’s a miracle that we can look at lives and deaths, over and over, and still see so much beauty despite the endless cycle of it. You’ve done a beautiful thing here — we see your grandparents in life and death. Sending love your way —

  3. How wonderful. I bet she was waiting for him, both of them young again, as in your photo of them. Maybe she helped him cross over and behind the curtain they are laughing together now. Thank you for this vision. Peace to your family.

  4. I think you’re right! I think they’re definitely laughing. My cousin said that she probably said, “Robert, you took long enough, didn’t you?”. They were sweethearts. Thank you for your sweet words, Angella. xoxo

  5. I have no idea. Perhaps their energy is flying out amongst the universe, entirely unknowing of each other and without self knowledge of such. For some reason, that idea comforts me. That when we die, we are pure like that. Unentangled, that part of our existence over. Light. Some form of love we do not even know about.

  6. What a beautiful way to describe your staton grandparents relationship. i just saw him on christmas night and he was as always, full of the old nick! What a sweet sweet man! He will sorely be missed by all of us.love, hugs and kisses to all of you.

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