My Grandma died about an hour ago. Less than two weeks after finding out she had pancreatic cancer.
She was ready to go, according to my email updates from her son, my father. She spent the last few weeks making sure her life was in order for her death. She had her daughter’s running errands, cleaning up loose items on her “list” and telling them her wishes for after she was gone. It amazed me the mental clarity and energy she had near the end.
But she was ready to go. Ready to join her husband of 67 years who passed last year.
During these last few weeks, I have had time to reflect. To think about what it is all about. How people come and go in our lives, leaving imprints that are forever felt.
It is as if my life is a bubble. Ever expanding with every new person that has come into my life. Every person who has touched my heart, my life, and my thinking is a little bubble, joining into mine. With every addition, my bubble grows, emphasizing the importance of the new addition. When I met my husband, my bubble doubled and allowed the tiny bubbles of my children to enter and grow.
But if my thoughts were correct, then when a person passed, or left my life, my bubble would shrink. And that has not happened. As people have passed, and bubbles have popped, their space that occupied mine remains in tact. Thus teaching me that just because someone leaves, does not mean their impact on me has also.
Much as my bubble holds their spirit protectively, so does my heart.
Good Bye Grandma. May you rest in peace knowing that what you have taught me remains, even if you are not here to remind me.
What a lovely post and visual. I'm sorry to hear of her passing, but I love the way you described people that are still with us because of their impacts on our lives.
I wouldn't be the person I am without their influence, so of course my bubble shouldn't shrink with their passing. But it is so easy to only see what we've lost and forget about what we've gained from them along the way.
Thank you very much for sharing this with me. My grandma died in July and this is a very eloquent way to sum up how I felt about it.
Beautiful! Many prayers!
Lovely post. XO
Such a beautiful way to look at life.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
I told you before that my neighbor was diagnosed w/ pancreatic cancer…3 weeks later (last Monday) she passed away. It broke my heart terribly!
I'm so sorry for your loss. I know it's hard, but those memories are precious.
So sorry to hear about your grandma. How wonderful, though, that she is back with her love of 67 years. Treasure your memories. Mine has been gone 7 years this month and I miss her dearly.
Melissa, I am so sorry honey.
That you all for your very kind comments.
Lori, much love to you honey. My heart is with you & your family right now. I'm glad I am now part of your very precious bubble. And thankful you are also part of mine–even with my "heavy on the profanity" ;-).
xox
LOL! I'll take heavy on profanity if it introduces me to people like you! ;D
I'm so sorry for your loss. Grandmothers are so special and precious. The memories you've made together will always live in your heart! Hugs & prayers to you and your family.
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