I am sometimes surprised to remember I am a grandma. Grandmother. Mamo.
I’m not sure how this happened. And I really don’t want anyone to explain it to me.
But since I have become “Mamo” I have often thought of my own grandparents. I have a strong image of grandparents. And the image is, of course, of my grandparents.
But….I’m a grandparent. And I do not resemble that ‘label’. I do not see “me” like I see “them”.
I mean…no offense to my grandparents…. but I don’t look like a grandparent, right?
I look like me.
But, well over fifty years from now, when I pass, what is the image my grandchildren will have in their memories. Of me? When they think of grandparent I will be one of the people they envision. I will be what ‘grandparent’ is defined as.
It’s a bit of a shock. That I am what my grandparents were. I will be that memory that these children I adore-have.
I hope the memory, and the vision, are everything that I was blessed with.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my Grandpa the last couple of weeks. Especially this week while one of the cousins who I most associate with Grandpa has been ill. I can’t think of my cousin without thinking of the importance of Grandpa in his heart.
If I am lucky – once in awhile I catch a whiff of Grandpa’s pipe in an unexpected place in my world. A world that no longer has a Grandpa for me. Once in awhile I even have a vision of him patting Grandma’s hind end as she walks by him sitting in his chair in the little living room of the little house in Grandma Village. Anything to do with fishing reminds me of him. And certain smiles with that little gap bring a smile right to me, special sent from heaven.
I wrote this for him when he passed. It still makes me tear up to think of him going home. But I know he’s in the best of company.
❤
I close my eyes to pray dear Lord
And you know of what I pray
For there within the gates of heaven
I see angel’s guide his way.
His smile is calm and filled with grace
His eyes are bright with tears
His heart is full as the angels sing praise
For he feels our Lord is near.
Our man of earth stood very grand
As he gazed upon the sainted ones
For there among the ranks of heaven
Was part of him….his son.
His heart was light and lifted
As son led father’s way
The angels parted graciously
To welcome him home this day.
In honor he felt the glory he had found
Was more than he could bare
As he bowed his head in reverence
And thanked the Lord in prayer.
The angels voices lowered
As he was lifted by His Grace
And Henry’s soul was blessed
As he kissed his Father’s face.
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