I'm back in Ohio. I got back yesterday afternoon. It was actually a good visit. The only sad part was that my grandmother was not able to hang on until I got there to say goodbye. She died about half an hour before my plane landed. I was disappointed, but the really important thing for me was to make the effort to be there and see her one last
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Interestingly, about the time that she died, or maybe a little before, I collected my thoughts about what I wanted to say to her as I sat on the plane.
If people do go where they believe when they die, well...maybe she passed through your airplane on her way upward/outward/elsewhere, and said goodbye to you. If that doesn't sound too odd. It's just what came to mind for some reason...
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Actually, that's exactly what I thought when I heard what time she died. And it comforted me beyond belief and gave me the closure that I sought. When I saw her body in her room, I knew instantly that she had gone. She wasn't even hanging around anywhere. She had already said goodbye to me and couldn't wait to cross.
That's really what I felt: that she was so happy and anxious to cross to "that beautiful shore". Not being Christian, I feel a bit silly thinking that, but it was happiness and fulfillment that I felt when I walked into her room. It's strange: I do not feel loss; I am happy for her.
Thanks for your thoughts.
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