?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

it is over

FSVO over.

The package arrived today with my grandparents' intermingled ashes.  This was a plastic bag, unlike Granma's urn, so it was....more immediate, I guess?  I'd never actually seen her ashes; this was RIGHT THERE, in my hand, granma and grandpa.  Nowhere to hide, no pretty gilt and black enamel urn.  Just them.  G wrote "Richard" and "Frances" with the old school heart with an arrow through it on the package, which was perfect.  That's the sort of thing Grandpa would have doodled, because he was always a big ol' dork where Granma was concerned.

It was beautiful and powerful and painful.  And peaceful.

She also sent me Granma's rosewood rosary from Medjugorje.  She always carried it in her purse, and Grandpa slept with it after she died.  That was one of the few things I was really torn up about not being able to find.  I love it as a little girl.  I thought it was the most magical thing ever.  It still smells like roses.

I have Grandpa's cross with a lock of her hair and a split ring with one of her rings.  The leather thong smells like soap and aftershave and him.  Every time I turn my head, I expect to see him over my shoulder.

So this is what closure feels like, I guess.

Comments

dancingdragon3
Mar. 7th, 2016 05:15 pm (UTC)
Oh, man, I'm sorry to just be getting here to give my condolences. It's sounds like your grandparents loved each other tremendously and that they had a big, positive impact on your life. You and they were so lucky to have all that.

It's good to hear the story of you getting the rosary back. I'm so glad to have my grandmother's rings, and a hat my grandfather wore and his poker chips. We played poker almost every night. But anything is better than nothing, and you'll always have the memories in your heart.

And yeah, seeing my biomother's ashes was unsettling and depressing. I feel you there.

Take care. HUGS!

Profile

&
mac_arthur_park
The fucking YARN FAIRY!

Latest Month

July 2019
S M T W T F S
 123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031   
Powered by LiveJournal.com