I wrote this on May 26th, 2007 during a trip to Lovell, Wyoming, where my family has lived for generations. I made a visit to my grandmother’s gravesite and these are the feelings I had when I was there:
“PAT”
Theresa Padilla Tippetts
Mar 13, 1942
Feb 16, 2004
I miss you so much, Grandma.
The air is calm and peaceful. I can feel the love from many souls here. I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately. A lot about when I was young and you used to hold me and tell me how proud you were of me. Even now, I know you’re still alive. Well, not in a literal sense of course, but I know you’re in the spirit world, resting from your time of mortal probation.
You must be happy. Things are just terrible down here. Although it’s not all bad, sometimes it feels like, with the way the world is, that there’s just nothing to live for. Life seems empty a lot of the time. The world is no better since you left it behind- in fact, it just keeps getting worse.
It’s a little odd to think that I am sitting over your earthly coil. This is the body you used to hug with, talk with, laugh with.
There’s a lot going through my mind right now. There is so much that I want to tell you and even more that I want to ask you.
The air is calm and peaceful. I can feel the love from many souls here. I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately. A lot about when I was young and you used to hold me and tell me how proud you were of me. Even now, I know you’re still alive. Well, not in a literal sense of course, but I know you’re in the spirit world, resting from your time of mortal probation.
You must be happy. Things are just terrible down here. Although it’s not all bad, sometimes it feels like, with the way the world is, that there’s just nothing to live for. Life seems empty a lot of the time. The world is no better since you left it behind- in fact, it just keeps getting worse.
It’s a little odd to think that I am sitting over your earthly coil. This is the body you used to hug with, talk with, laugh with.
There’s a lot going through my mind right now. There is so much that I want to tell you and even more that I want to ask you.
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Are you proud of me?
Can you see me?
Are you proud of me?
I can’t wait to see you again, Grandma.
1 comment:
dallin man. im sorry for your loss. i never knew either of my grandfathers... i feel like i want to just cause i never did. its strange how we look for want, need and approval in our ancestors and family when we never thought we would.
its funny how although i have had so many harsh feelings towards my father and its been the hardest relationship, i am always looking for his approval. its natural to want someone to be proud of you.
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