This week I had to do one of the hardest and proudest things of my life….deliver the eulogy at my Grandma Goldie’s funeral.
I talked about how she would wrap Christmas presents so early that she would forget what was inside or indeed who they were to. I talked about how she went snow tubing down Liberty Mountain at the ripe old age of 72. And I talked about how she was a charmer with a propensity for a lead foot, who once talked herself out of three speeding tickets in the space of just ten minutes. From the same deputy.
She was legendary, my Grandma Goldie. And now she’s gone.
She will be missed so dearly, and I think the void that she left is not yet comprehendible. But I know that she will live on in story, larger than life, for as long as I can see to it.
I wanted to say thank you.
Last night we got home, road weary and broken hearted, to an avalanche of love. Cards, letters, facebook messages, emails and blog comments. You poured out your hearts to us, wrapped us in your comfort, and shared sacred stories of your own grandmas and the holes in your hearts that they have left behind. And I can never begin to thank you enough for that. See, I think sometimes we start to think of a blog as just something you are supposed to do. One piece of the puzzle in the clever marketing campaign born of the social media age. But the truth is, it’s life that’s being shared here. Real life. Our lives. Your lives. And the spaces in between. And if this blog never does another thing for us, it will be more than enough. Because it brought us to all of you. People I am lucky to consider friends. People I am lucky to have standing beside us during one of the less beautiful times. Your friendship means the world to us. Your words mean the world to us. And I want you to know that it counts.
So thank you, thank you, thank you for that.
Goodbye to clocks ticking….and Mama’s sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new ironed dresses and hot baths, and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth,you are too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?