(Warning- this is not about birth and most of it does not flow together)
News came tonight that my Grandma Ross has a few short hours left in her mortal existence. This comes only short weeks after Grandpa Ross (her eternal companion) was laid to rest. Right now I'm not sure how I feel. This evening was hectic (this news being part of it) and spent in the car chasing after different errands. As I drove back home to get the next errand done, I thought about the "other side" for a second and what Grandpa must be going through.
Is it like the waiting room scene from the Norman Rockwell painting where the Fathers are waiting to hear what the sex of their new born baby will be? Is Grandpa there pacing the halls up and down waiting for his turn to go get Grandma from this earthly life? Is there excitement in the air? Are there others there waiting for their loved ones? Is he giddy with anticipation like a man about to see his new bride? Will he embrace her for a long time or will he dip her down and give her a big smooch? Or will he just enfold her into his arms and say, "Hello Mother, welcome Home!"
Grandma and Grandpa have been away from each other "physically" for only a month or so but mentally Grandma's mind has been away for awhile. She has had dementia or Alzheimer's for a good number of years now and is only "here" every once in awhile. The news must be ablaze in heaven now with the anticipation of Grandma's arrival. It's sort of reversed though if you think about it, from birth to death. First we leave our home in the pre-existence where undoubtedly the family who has not yet come through the veil will be mourning our loss until their turn comes, while on earth there are exciting celebrations of birth as families reunite in this mortal state. Then as death approaches we on earth mourn our dying as those in heaven celebrate their return. Their reunion must be extraordinary. It has to be, wouldn't you think?
I know my readers haven't all been to an Abbott, Bunker, or Ross (my family) reunion but let me tell you...It is a celebration. Even when one passes on it is a HUGE celebration of life. Family that hasn't seen one another for a coons age reunite and again spirit meets spirit and delights in the rekindled knowledge of one another. There are tears and laughter and laughter through tears. There are heart breaks and hugs and so much emotion you could surf on it. What primarily exists, however and provides the backing to all the happiness, is the knowledge that we will be reunited and we will be together again. We will, I know this to be true!
Yes, I am having a difficult time loosing both grandparents this summer. Who wouldn't be. In July when Grandpa passed it didn't really hit me until I started seeing family and went to his viewing and then not fully until his funeral where I was able to emotionally release. I told Brent the other night that all my grandparents have passed in their 90's and I expect to do the same. I'm only 35 so I have a long time to be without these people who have paved the way and meant so much to me. Like I said before it hasn't really hit. For now I say my goodbyes from here in the hopes I will be able to make it to the funeral to really say goodbye, for a time until we meet again.
I love my Grandma! She is a big sweetie who loved life. She could tell a story like no other. She is a good woman and a woman who knows how to go after what she wants, she got Grandpa after all! She was dedicated and hard working and someone I look up to and aspire to be like. Someday I will know her the way I want to. Someday I will be able to sit at her side and learn all about her life.
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