In Memory of Red (My Grandfather)

Recently, my grandfather passed away. It was a long time coming, but that did not make it any easier to cope with. His passing brought many of my family members together. Brothers, Sisters, Aunts, Uncles and Cousins gathered at the home where my Grandfather lived for decades, and where my father (Daddy) now lives alone.

Being in my grandfather's house now, feels different. There is surely an energy that is no longer in the house and I can feel that. And Suddenly, as I pass my eyes over items in the home, I'm feel like I can see them now, the way I saw them as a very small child.

The door on the side of the house, with it's curves and textures, always made a pleasant and specific rattling and squeaking noise when it was opened and closed.

And the old basketball hoop was where I practiced my shooting skills and played "H.O.R.S.E" with my Brother.

These seemingly insignificant objects suddenly carry with them awe inspiring detail. When I look at them, I could swear that though decades have passed, I can still perceive these objects with the same amount of intrigue and wonder as I did when I was very little. And I can imagine that my Grandfather is still alive and enjoying his home.

A game of up and down was played by my Father, My Aunt and My Uncle, in Red's (That's my grandpa) honor.

The kids played in the yard, just as my brother, sister and I did when we were their ages. Except now, the raspberry bushes are no longer available for picking and have not been for years.

The Memorial was a very special, private affair. All our family was there. These days it is rare to have everyone together. It reminded me of holidays when we were all much younger and much less busy. I had flashes of memories, playing in my Aunt Terri and Uncle Lee's basement in Chicago with my cousins... pretending we could do magic, using books from their shelves as our spell books.  

My Aunt gave a heart wrenching speech. I'll admit, It was hard to take pictures when my eyes were swelling up with tears. Aunt Carol spoke beautifully and then everyone sang Amazing Grace, except for me. I don't know the words. But I really enjoyed hearing everyone else sing. There is a lot of musical talent in my family.

Since my Grandpa was a veteran, there was a flag ceremony. I felt very proud as I'm sure many of my relatives did.

Afterwards, we all gathered for food to share memories of my grandma and grandpa, who are both now together again. We spent time in my grandparents house once more and for some, it may be the last.

All my love to you Grandma and Grandpa. You are very missed and very loved. Rest in peace.