We have been cleaning out my grandparents house for a couple of months and moving everything out to the garage to try to have an Estate sale. It wasn't so bad getting the things ready it was kind of fun having memories of their stuff. I also got to take some of their things home that I will cherish them forever. We had two weekends of the sale and it wasn't that bad watching people buy their things and seeing them go. However that changed today. We closed the sale up and packed the items up in boxes again and took them to DI. This is the place they would want their things to go since its operated by the church. I had a very hard time here. As the workers were loading their things in their bins and I watched it being wheeled away.....I lost it. I know it's just "things" but it was like saying goodbye all over again. Its been over 3 months since grandma passed away and I still have tough days. It's been 12.5 years since grandpa passed away and I still have tough days. I guess no one ever really gets over the grieving process...it gets easier just knowing they are in a better place and with each other.
My dad and aunt went through some or their papers today and she found some letters I wrote them during my first year of college. It was fun reading them. I loved them and I know they loved me a lot! One of the letters I wrote them was when grandpa was in the hospital. I told them it was so good knowing grandpa was responding a little and opened his eyes. Its good for these memories because I thought he was in a coma after brain surgery so I was glad he was able to see the people he loved.
Even though their earthly possessions are now scattered in a lot of different homes ....its only stuff. I have the memories...the love....and the knowledge that I know I will see them again someday. Grandpa....I miss your tight squeezing hugs that would make your hearing aids squeal and dancing with you! Grandma I miss your smile, your hugs, your cold hands holding mine....and the way you always told me I was beautiful. I'm so grateful you are my family and that my dad is your son. But most of all I'm so proud to your granddaughter.
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That is tough. I still cry, missing my grandmas. It does get easier, but there's still a lot to miss. I guess it also gives us something to look forward to, though - seeing them again someday. That is a tremendously joyful thought.
I'm sorry you're having a tough time. Hold on to those memories. Hugs to you!
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