My paternal grandmother made her transition yesterday (my stepfather's mother). I know our spirits are eternal and only her human body has perished. She is truly free, enveloped in peace, love, and wholeness. Still I have been feeling something all day. I can't put a name to it. As I made travel plans and informed my employer and others who needed to know I'd be out of town, I felt something inside. I have not cried, because I know the truth of her life. It is not sadness. She had her 95th birthday just last week. It was a long-life with lots of love. Yet I feel something....
My guess is I need to do some forgiveness work. Forgiving myself and releasing that I could have been a better granddaughter - called more frequently, visited more frequently, sent more pictures, just been better. I love my grandmother and appreciate all she did to support me and my siblings throughout our lives. I am thankful for the love and pride I know she always carried for me. I am thankful for knowing her and I am thankful for the peace she is now. So there it is, I feel forgiven and thankful. I love you Grandma. Talk to you later.
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