Warning: this is bound to be sad and metaphysical.
My grandma died yesterday. The thing is that I kinda new it was coming; two family members wrote the day before to tell me how things were getting. And so I decided to send her a postcard. I went through my small collection and found a couple from germany and SF that I thought she might like. And I decided to put a picture of me on it, so I spent the evening setting up my new photo printer and figuring out how it works (finally printed two pictures, though they still printed sideways). That night at about 2 in the morning I had to get out of bed to write my thoughts down. I quickly scribbled out a letter filled with memories and love to my grandma. I took it to work with me yesterday, along with the pictures, thinking I might scan it and send it to my father, because there might not be time to mail it. I didn't get to it.
After talking to the fam last night, I decided to send it to my father anyway, thinking he and my mother would appreciate those thoughts. And I did. And this is what he wrote back:
What a wonderful letter you wrote to grandma!!! She would have
greatly enjoyed reading it! Some people believe the spirit leaves the
body at death, but does not go on to the next life until it knows where
the body is buried. So, grandma's spirit may still be close to her
body. I will read your letter to her this week. Although her body will
not hear it, her spirit will.
Grandma is now happy again.
I am an atheist, but this still makes me cry.
Thanks for the love. I don't so much want to talk about it, just wanted to say it (if that makes any sense).
Update: My jury duty (supposed to be at 1:15 today, couldn't call to find out until 11:30!!) has been rescheduled to thursday. Guess I'll get out of bed and go to work.
My grandma died yesterday. The thing is that I kinda new it was coming; two family members wrote the day before to tell me how things were getting. And so I decided to send her a postcard. I went through my small collection and found a couple from germany and SF that I thought she might like. And I decided to put a picture of me on it, so I spent the evening setting up my new photo printer and figuring out how it works (finally printed two pictures, though they still printed sideways). That night at about 2 in the morning I had to get out of bed to write my thoughts down. I quickly scribbled out a letter filled with memories and love to my grandma. I took it to work with me yesterday, along with the pictures, thinking I might scan it and send it to my father, because there might not be time to mail it. I didn't get to it.
After talking to the fam last night, I decided to send it to my father anyway, thinking he and my mother would appreciate those thoughts. And I did. And this is what he wrote back:
What a wonderful letter you wrote to grandma!!! She would have
greatly enjoyed reading it! Some people believe the spirit leaves the
body at death, but does not go on to the next life until it knows where
the body is buried. So, grandma's spirit may still be close to her
body. I will read your letter to her this week. Although her body will
not hear it, her spirit will.
Grandma is now happy again.
I am an atheist, but this still makes me cry.
Thanks for the love. I don't so much want to talk about it, just wanted to say it (if that makes any sense).
Update: My jury duty (supposed to be at 1:15 today, couldn't call to find out until 11:30!!) has been rescheduled to thursday. Guess I'll get out of bed and go to work.
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feel better, babydoll.
jury duty is hell. maybe you will get lucky and they won't keep you.