I have tried to keep a copy of everything I have ever taken the time to write.... at least if it carried any significance to me. I do not often review those things I have collected. Still, in the course of checking the computer to see if there is anything I might delete to make more room, I occasionally run across something that caries some greater meaning.... and the trip to that moment when I was writing it is a journey worth making.
The following was composed some time ago. Back when my life was centered around just one grandchild. Today we count six young lives as grand babies. Life is full.... and the grand babies occupy a place of honor at the center of my existence. It should become obvious in the following that this is not an original concept. This is a letter I composed to my own Grandmother years after her passing when just beginning to understand the impact she had on my life. As being Pop is central to my life, I thought this should be included......
Granny,
Today, while
sitting in the sun of a glorious early spring afternoon, I was pondering the
blessings of my life, and suddenly the need to share a few thoughts with you
became overwhelming. The awesome
totality of your love filled my heart to near bursting. The need to let you
know what is in my heart is still immediate, and unavoidable. I know that communicating through a letter at
this point in time might seem a little pointless…….. in my heart I know the
simple truth that you, more than anyone I have ever known, have always
understood and conversed regularly in the language of the soul….., so I will go
ahead and write this down and trust that you will be able to somehow understand
what is in my heart.
It seems to me
that it is inherent in the human soul to desire at the very core of our being
to somehow “make a difference”…. We want to believe the world is a better place
because we were there. Maybe it is the
question we all ask of our maker, “Did I matter?” Well, it may be extremely presumptuous of me
to assume that I might answer a question that is more accurately directed at
God…… but in your case I will plead that love motivated me, and will offer the
simple observation that your love is a cornerstone of something truly
miraculous.
Do you marvel at the extent
of what our little “circle” has become?
You always gathered us in……. in big groups at Christmas, as individuals
in the middle of the night….. you held
us all in your heart. You should be
proud of the intimacy shared by those you taught to love.
It is humbling to sit in the presence of
those you nurtured, and to be overwhelmed by the magnitude of their love. Your family has grown…… your legacy reaches
beyond just those who sit in our little circle to share (although to call it
little anymore is a little bit of an understatement)…… our family now includes
countless individuals and families that those you loved, have come to
love…..
Family time (anytime any of us
are together) is always so special, and it never occurs that somewhere at its
center I feel your presence. You had
your hand in all our lives. Your
patience, your slow measured wisdom…… I feel you whenever I am in the presence
of love. Life has progressed, roles have
changed, and today I find your children, and now your grandchildren blessed in
being allowed to revisit the role you played as “Granny”.
We all play the role to the best of our
ability, and I think we are all conscious of the high standards you set for the
title of “grandparent”……. So, Granny, today
there is a little blue eyed girl that I love with all my heart….. I never hold
her, I never am in her presence that I do not feel your love for me, magnified
and shared again.
I am now “Pop” to a
younger generation…….. and I am so
thankful for what you shared, what you taught, and what you mean to my
life. I hope I bring to the title just a
little of what you demonstrated.
I would
say “God Bless”, but he obviously has….. so I will close with a simple
statement ….. I love you, on the road that is my life, from Tommy to
Pop, you are at the center of all that is my world.
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