30 years of jibberish
I turned 30 this past Monday.
Recent events have made me think of life. I can close my eyes and flip through the years but when I open my eyes things are in a different gear. Some things are written already, even though it may only be foreshadowing. Painful things. Real things. Life. My grandfather is 81 years old, and has seen more in his life than I probably ever will in mine. Through it all, I can hear his laugh, hear his voice. If you define forever, nothing lasts that long. I fear my grandfathers time is nearing the end. Apparently, cancer has no soul for if it did, it would leave my grandfather alone. I will visit him today as will my children. I wish they were only old enough to realize how special it is to have him. To share a moment of his time.
My thanksgiving was occupied by other thoughts. I am however thankful for all that I have.
Later.
I love you Julie.
Recent events have made me think of life. I can close my eyes and flip through the years but when I open my eyes things are in a different gear. Some things are written already, even though it may only be foreshadowing. Painful things. Real things. Life. My grandfather is 81 years old, and has seen more in his life than I probably ever will in mine. Through it all, I can hear his laugh, hear his voice. If you define forever, nothing lasts that long. I fear my grandfathers time is nearing the end. Apparently, cancer has no soul for if it did, it would leave my grandfather alone. I will visit him today as will my children. I wish they were only old enough to realize how special it is to have him. To share a moment of his time.
My thanksgiving was occupied by other thoughts. I am however thankful for all that I have.
Later.
I love you Julie.
posted by JW at
10:07 AM
1 Comments:
Things don't end, they just change. The people your grandfather has touched and influenced will touch and influence others. He will live on in those around him, they can't help it ;)
Sometimes change is brutal, or sudden, or painful. Sometimes it is gradual, expected or inevitable.
I only most vaguely remember my great-grandparents (on my fathers side if I am remembering correctly). I remember other things, as I was a very small child and had other priorities (bird feeders always swarming with humming birds, an old fashioned coo-coo clock which never failed to terrify me, a pull chain in the corner of the living room which apparently called 911...people, not so much.
You'll have to soak up as much as your grandfather as you can, and pass that on to the little ones.
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