A little while ago I found out that my maternal uncle passed. It was an almost deafening experience for my mother side of the family. However it was a experience that brought the family together one last time.
My father is a bit perceptive and he noticed something about my grandfather who we affectionately call Poppie. The kind of things he saw as similar to what I saw or felt the days before my fraternal grandfather passed in 2010.
So I decided to give him a call and talk to him. We discussed what he was doing and how he was feeling. I told me he was a little sick (pneumonia) and he is feeling better now. Unfortunately everyone else beyond him was sick.
We talked about my daughter and he sounded so pleased to hear that I had a child. Oddly enough the sound of his voice instantly reminded me of my mother. All of the embedded hostility died.
I just wanted to be around him for a moment just to talk with him about what his life was like. It was sweet conversation but painful.
As I reflect on it now my heart is a bit frustrated but somewhat at peace about where he is and where I am in relationship to him. In the grand scheme of things the past is the past and we cant do anything about it.
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