INSIDE A MEMORY

When we would visit Grandpa…at first we were impatient…we’d say, Grandpa, get up…it’s time to go…but Grandpa in his ways was set… and from his favorite chair with eyes closed he’d smile, wave his hand and answer, “I’m in the middle of a memory and I’m not ready to leave her yet.” If you saw my Grandma and Grandpa you knew immediately their hearts and souls were intertwined. You knew they had the kind of love in life we all hope to find. Grandpa explained his love for her to me one day, he said, “The moment our paths crossed… in her I found a part of me I never knew I lost.” I imagine it was the same for Grandma..who’s smile was brighter than the sun… for how she loved to tell me about the exact moment their two hearts became one. They made a lifetime of memories together and now that Grandma’s gone It is those lifetime of memories Grandpa likes to sit and focus on. Now, when we visit Grandpa and he’s visiting one of his memories… we know not to interrupt… we know his memories of Grandma…we are never to disrupt. So we wait silently and patiently for him to join us… because, as I say, we know…. when he has finished visiting her memory… he’ll let us when it’s time to go.