Mary & Sal

Apr 19, 2007 17:47

In less than a week, they are both gone.  67 years of marriage.  Grandpa was damned determine to go be with Grandma.  So he went this morning with my dad sitting in the room.

Ironic that they should leave this world, after thirty years of being on the opposite coast from me, when I was finally going to be a mere four hour drive away.

I have a photo of them sitting on my desk--a photo I took in high school (I developed the print myself).  They're smiling (well, Grandpa is doing his version of a smile) and I hope that's exactly how they'll find each other.  I'm not sure about my own thoughts on the afterlife, but I'm pretty certain Grandpa knew he was going to meet up with Grandma, so I'm willing to have faith in his faith, as it were.

The last experience I had of either of them was hearing the joy in Grandma's voice when she heard we were moving to Boston.  I keep hoping I'll have one of those weird experiences where I smell Skin Bracer aftershave (what Grandpa used) or have some sign that they are closer than I think.  Because right now, they seem so very very far...a lot farther than New Jersey ever was.

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