My Grandma
was on my mind . She was slowing and everything was hard. Still, dinner for
Grandpa was a must . I thought it would help if I brought dinner once a week. I
wanted to help and also felt a call to spend time with her. The thought of visiting was followed by a
soft, angelic voice saying, "There is no time ."
Not long
after, Grandma was in an ambulance to the hospital for emergency surgery. Her
intestines had perforated and an entire day went
by before she asked for help. Toxins had
flooded her body and taken her to life's boundary. I went
to her side and before surgery
said, "Don't go anywhere. I need you." She whispered, "I won't.
I need you too. I love you." Despite
the emergency effort, she left us.
On the way
to the cemetery there was silence in the car. There wasn't silence in my head. I kept hearing Grandma say, "I'm right
here." Standing at the grave, I asked, "Are you really here?"
The sudden fragrance of roses was near overwhelming. I looked in front of me and saw only grass. I moved in a slow circle
and saw only grass. As I had in the car,
I heard her voice again, "Yes, I am here. I am so happy." Only then did I silently say her name,
"Rose."
