As i mentioned in a post a few days ago, I got a call from one of my lovely Aunts that her and her sister, another lovely Aunt of mine, would be having lunch at Grandma's house on Saturday January 12th (today!!! WOOHOO!!!!) and would Walker and I be interested in joining them. One of them will give us a ride there. Sounds good to us.
I got a bright idea last night to run off two copies of some fiddle music that I had around here, that Grandpa loved, and give these to them as memories. I wanted to make one for Grandma too, but she doesn't have a CD player.
Anyway, I was happily running off the CD's when I looked at the date on my calendar and realized that when I was making them, it was a year to the day, since Grandpa passed away. Interesting, since he loved fiddle music so much it was mentioned in his eulogy.
While I can see pictures close up, and larger pictures framed on the walls, my memories really come to me through music. Listening to this particular album as I burned it, was ALMOST as good as sitting down to have a beer, or a rum and coke, with Grandpa.
I jumped onto Facebook to send another one of my Aunts a message, since she would not be in town tomorrow (Nova Scotia is a bit of a jump from here!). Then I noticed that another relative of ours, one of my cousins, had a really NICE picture as his cover photo on Facebook. Since I was a part of that picture, I tagged myself in it, and snagged a copy for me. It was a picture I'd been looking for, for a long time, taken at Grandma and Grand's 60th anniversary in 2006. The only person missing from the photo is Walker, and that's only because this was taken about 6 months before we actually got together. LOL No one else in the family knew what my plans were, but I revealed them to this particular cousin, and his lovely sister. They were the first members of the family to know, and they kept my secret well. :)
The photo itself is taken in one of Grandpa's favourite places, the Acton Legion. We celebrated Grandma and Grandpa's 60th anniversary there, Grandpa's 90th birthday, and sadly, his funeral. As my Aunt said "happy to see you, but sad to see you," upon greeting us at the door. So true!
How wonderful to stumble upon these two emories, on a day when I really needed them. Now the CDs are ready, they along with my camera are in my purse, and the alarm is set for 8 AM. All that's left to do before my Aunts pick us up, is send Walker to the Farmers Market next door, to get some Greek donuts. I called Kosta in advance, and set aside a whole bunch of 'em.
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I remember that exactly a month after the day my dad passed away, I had a dream of him at a family reunion with other passed-on family members--and he appeared to be in his 30's, in his prime. I felt like he made a good transition to the afterlife.
Feathers Brush My Heart: True Stories of Mothers Connecting with Their Daughters After Death by Sinclair Browning
You can get it for $.01 on Amazon.com (plus shipping, of course)
Have a great time.