all heart, and no photos

I have mentioned before that my Grandmother lives in an assisted care home. The family is prepping the old house for an estate sale. They're planning on renting the house out, which sort of makes me cringe, but I know it is necessary.

My mom convinced me to make the drive to take a look around to see if there was anything I wanted. I'm so glad she did, and I am so thankful that she prepared me for what I was soon to see. The house looked nothing like what my fond memories paint for me. It was empty both outside and inside, yet filled with tables, and on the tables were lots and lots of things. 

Things. Things that can not be taken from this life into the beyond. There were things that I loved, remembered, and cherished. I took things that I knew would bring me happiness with every glance. I took things that I thought were beautiful, and I took things that were useful. I also took one thing that I thought was utterly ridiculous, but made me laugh.

We went to lunch, the family and I. You can't really go wrong with sandwiches. It was quick and enjoyable. On the way back as Logan and I were getting the kids out of the car, I say to him something to the effect of:

"You know, I can feel Grandpa in the house. He is there. His energy is very comforting, and loving, and I think he is amused by the things I am choosing to take."

Logan looked at me with acceptance. Our opinions on life, and takes on such a subject differ, but he knows and loves me, and most importantly, accepts me. He's the best.

So we get back into the house. We look and sort, and hem and haw. Should we take it? Should we not take it? Will we use it? Do we have room for it? You like that?

I asked my mom about the chairs in the back room. She thought I meant the chairs in the other back room. We walked back together, so she could share the story behind the chairs with me. We talk, she vents, becomes frustrated, and the phone rings. 

She informs me that there is no phone service to the house. It was disconnected when Grandma moved into her new place. My mom says, "... but sometimes it does that." 

Indeed. I tell her it's Grandpa, with utmost certainty. He is here, and it's his little way of saying hello. Plus, he thinks it's funny.

I miss him, and I love him. 

Comments

[Charlotte]

brought me to tears......

[Joyful]

Aww, it is so important to have fond memories. I'm so glad you have some of your dear grandparents and could "feel" your grandpa's essence and love around you. xo

[clare]

this was so beautiful. i believe that people who have passed on do try to show us they're still around somewhere. it's comforting :)

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[Mechelle Tully]

What a wonderful story.

I KNOW you're so right about the spiritual... I feel it too in my life & around my famly. You're blessed to have a spiritual gift, to be so sensitive, and to have such a loving grandfather. Bless you.

: )