It snowed last night.
I don't know why, but that means something to me. I choose to see it as some sort of renewal. It isn't often that it snows here, so it has to be special.
My grandfather died last week. We knew it was coming, but I'm sure that doesn't take away the pain for anyone. When my dad called I knew what had happened. I didn't know what to say. I don't think there was anything I could say to help.
Fortunately, I was able to fly home to see my grandpa before he died. It was important to me and I think it was a better alternative to flying back for the funeral, which was yesterday. Since my beliefs on death and spirituality differ from the rest of my family, I don't know how useful a funeral would be for me anyway. I honored his memory in the only way I know how. I thought about him, and I meditated. I also wrote a poem which does a poor job of relaying my feelings on the matter.
the dusk of his life
he fades into night
who was he and what was this cost?
was he really known?
it's taken him home
my grandfather's life is now lost
Anyway, I hope my dad is ok.
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