Me with Grandma, 1994
Monday started off with the biggest dark cloud ever when we learned of the death of David Bowie. Something so traumatic always brings me back to the most important person I ever lost — my grandmother. She would have understood the pain of the loss, that all of us are feeling. Yes, ALL of us.
That’s why grandmothers are much more special than grandfathers will ever be. It’s just that old, yin energy that makes an old or old(er) woman so incredibly special. Grandmothers know how to comfort. She was there for me when Freddie Mercury died. She was a good listener. A skill so many lack.
She listened to me. And she would have listened to YOU too! So many of my friends always remind me of sharing a late night cup of coffee with Grandma.
We were so blessed not only to be living during a time when David Bowie could be our muse, but more so that the world knew greatness and made him famous so everyone (those with good taste) could learn of his art.
My grandmother wasn’t famous, but that funeral home was jam-packed when she died. And I am so lucky I was one of God’s chosen people to be blood-related to her. The night before David Bowie died, Grandma came to me in a dream and said, “Hold me.” I was freaking out wondering what that dream meant, until I realized she wanted to comfort me over the loss of David Bowie.
❤ Missing you more than ever, Grandma. And thank you! ❤
Bunnies (photo swiped from Google search)
This morning I had to interview students in a theater class and ended up parking several blocks away from the school on a side street. Going back to my car it was so cute, I saw four bunnies chasing each other and two chipmunks. So adorable. It was a perfect morning, cool and pleasant and a little overcast.
I wrote one story, was all caught up and able to go to mid week service.
I was totally honored when the pastor asked me to assist in communion!
As I said before, I love the Thursday service because it’s more personal. It’s only about 15 people, all seniors, and we get to share stories that relate to the service, which reminds me of a Bible Study.
Thursday’s service always reflects on what Sunday’s service was about. Since Sunday was Mother’s Day the pastor was asking us about a story where we felt our mother comforted us as a child.
Since my grandmother raised me, it popped into my head just one of the things she did to show unconditional love.
When I was little I was so shy and so attached to my Grandmother I didn’t want to be separated from her. Not even to go to school — which I loved as a little girl.
So she would wait on line with me until it was time to go into the school. I loved that. It was sweet and comforting. I’m so happy I remembered that today and had a moment to remember my Grandmother’s love.