Grandma
12th October 2005 <3
It has been an odd couple of weeks if I am honest. Got on a plane for the first time. Went to Athens for the first time. Made some genuine friends and realised some home truths. But not only has all this been happening, I've been thinking alot about my late Grandma.
She was one of the most wonderful people I have ever met in my entire life and no one compares to her. People say this all the time, though I truly mean it. I loved...no, still love her to pieces. Her smile, voice and laughter still fill my ears with happiness and I would give up my sight, my hearing, just to experience those contentments one last time.
Today though, it has been strange. I go to counselling at my college for various reasons and I had such a weird experience. You may not think the same when I tell you. I'm not sure what to believe myself if I am honest, but I'll tell you anyway.
According to my dear mother, at spiritual churches, they say if you write a letter to the loved one you have lost, they will read it and let you know they have in some way. She told me this and through the sadness I was feeling at that current time, I wrote my Grandma a letter, in the hope that what my mum said was the truth. This was on Tuesday night.
It came to today and I hadn't had any signs or anything as I had hoped. That was until I went to my counsel session with Sean this afternoon. I was in the middle of rambling about one thing or another and he interrupted me, apologising for the abruptness. He then told me that he had a really weird feeling that there was someone else in the room. Me being...well me, kept quiet, unsure of what to say. He continued apologising but insistently told me he thought there was someone sat in the empty chair facing me, listening to what I was saying and encouraging me to continue talking.
Immediately I thought of my Grandma. I mean, who else would I think of?
I decided to tell Sean about what my mum had said and the writing of the letter. He was convinced it was her, sitting on the chair, facing me, listening to the things I long to tell others. And she wasn't judging me for any of it.
Honestly, I don't really know what to think. With all my heart I want to hope that in some way it was her and it was her way of letting me know she had got my letter. It would be a comfort, a major comfort, as I struggle with the fact that she is not around anymore.
We're in a confusing world...
Iona Gibson (PiellaGibson)
It has been an odd couple of weeks if I am honest. Got on a plane for the first time. Went to Athens for the first time. Made some genuine friends and realised some home truths. But not only has all this been happening, I've been thinking alot about my late Grandma.
She was one of the most wonderful people I have ever met in my entire life and no one compares to her. People say this all the time, though I truly mean it. I loved...no, still love her to pieces. Her smile, voice and laughter still fill my ears with happiness and I would give up my sight, my hearing, just to experience those contentments one last time.
Today though, it has been strange. I go to counselling at my college for various reasons and I had such a weird experience. You may not think the same when I tell you. I'm not sure what to believe myself if I am honest, but I'll tell you anyway.
According to my dear mother, at spiritual churches, they say if you write a letter to the loved one you have lost, they will read it and let you know they have in some way. She told me this and through the sadness I was feeling at that current time, I wrote my Grandma a letter, in the hope that what my mum said was the truth. This was on Tuesday night.
It came to today and I hadn't had any signs or anything as I had hoped. That was until I went to my counsel session with Sean this afternoon. I was in the middle of rambling about one thing or another and he interrupted me, apologising for the abruptness. He then told me that he had a really weird feeling that there was someone else in the room. Me being...well me, kept quiet, unsure of what to say. He continued apologising but insistently told me he thought there was someone sat in the empty chair facing me, listening to what I was saying and encouraging me to continue talking.
Immediately I thought of my Grandma. I mean, who else would I think of?
I decided to tell Sean about what my mum had said and the writing of the letter. He was convinced it was her, sitting on the chair, facing me, listening to the things I long to tell others. And she wasn't judging me for any of it.
Honestly, I don't really know what to think. With all my heart I want to hope that in some way it was her and it was her way of letting me know she had got my letter. It would be a comfort, a major comfort, as I struggle with the fact that she is not around anymore.
We're in a confusing world...
Iona Gibson (PiellaGibson)