why untitled, unwritten?

I once labeled everything before it was written, until I found it kept too many words away. Now I am leaving the unwritten untitled, until it grows into a name.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

The last few days... They haven't been easy. 

Pop, my husband's grandfather, was one of those people you just end up loving. From the first time I ate Sunday dinner at Pop and Gram's, I was welcomed. He always got out the drinks--every kind of soda, and he always got everyone's favorites--and did the dishes. You could not help even if you tried. That's just how and who he was; he gave daily gifts of service. 

When I lost my weird and wonderful Papa last year, well, I wasn't surprised. We had almost lost him is many times that we were shocked, but ready to say goodbye and so glad that he passed from this life peacefully, at home, in his sleep. 

This weekend, though...we weren't ready. And we were here, not there, so I lit a candle in a jar (washed out with the label removed; both Pop and Papa would be pleased with the practicality and thrift) and thought about the ones who have gone before us, and I realize that I very much believe in heaven and that they are at peace. 

And so we will go forward from here, remembering...

1 comment:

Katherine - The Beauty of Life said...

Oh Katie, this is such a beautiful memory and one that I can absolutely relate to. My grandfather was special like that too and while he had health problems for most of my life, he just kept on keeping on and was a beacon of light in the lives of so many people.

It's not something you quickly get over but it does help to appreciate and be grateful to know someone like that.

Thinking of you and your family x