Memories, Scenes, and All Those Things

My Mom and her siblings went through my Granny's house over the weekend, asking each other about keeping things that they'd like to have, keeping things they gave her, and most importantly, reminiscing about her life as they touched each thing that she had touched.

Last night, I was at my Mom's house helping her unpack things she brought home from my Granny's.  At one point, she pulled out this beautiful scarf-life wrap and said, "Isn't this beautiful?  Now I can wrap myself up in my Mommy any time I want to."  That statement made me lose it, and I started crying.  I believe my Granny is still hugging us and enveloping us in her love, but from above rather than here on Earth.  Still, the pain of her passing will linger for years to come, and the yearning for her Earthly presence, just to be able to talk to her one more time, is no more.  I do talk with her, though, and often.  I believe she hears me.  I choose to believe that she  hears me.

I helped my Mom unload one of the last things in her car, which was one of two rocking chairs that Granny had in her house.  One went to my uncle, and the other was for my Dad.  

I brought it into my parents' house, sat in it, and I just started crying...as I get teary-eyed right now again thinking about it.  Sitting and rocking in that chair in my parents house...I told my Mom, "This isn't right.  It doesn't feel right."  But it was all too real.  

I can not tell you how many times I've seen my Granny, and others, sit and rock in that chair while visiting, laughing, and even crying.  But when I sat in it again at my parents' house last night, I missed her more than life itself.  

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