Friday, March 2, 2012

Connection

Right now I am in a hotel room in Boise, ID.  My sweet Dustin is [hopefully] relaxed and confident at this moment as he is taking his test to become a FG/GIT (Field Geologist/Geologist in Training).  I've just been killing time while I wait for him to finish.  (I'm so proud of him!!!)

A few minutes ago, my cell phone rang.  I went to it thinking it would be my mom or dad who have my kiddos.  As I looked at my phone, I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was my Grandfather calling me from Texas.  I answered and after a few hellos and howareyous, Grandpa told me that he had eaten some chocolate just before bed last night and had unknowingly carried bits of it from his clothes or fingers onto his bed sheets.  So this morning, upon awakening, he had chocolate stains on his sheets. 

My adorable Grandpa called me from Texas to ask me how to get chocolate stains off of his sheets. 

I haven't had conversations on the phone with my Grandpa very often in my life.  It seems as though the only times I did were when he and my mom were talking and she would put it on speaker phone and we'd all say hi.  I'm sad to say that I rarely called my Texas Grandparents just to say 'hello and I love you'. 

My sweet grandmother is gone now.  That is hard and tragic. 

And.

Because of her death, I went to Houston and spent a week there.  For three of those days, there was no one else there except my parents, my Grandpa and myself.  Grandpa and I connected in a way we never have in the past.  He told me things.  He cried to me, mourning over his sweetheart.  He kept apologizing for his tears and I told him to let them come, that he needed those tears over his lost love.  I held my aged Grandfather as he wept, cradling and stroking his head between my shoulder and my ear as I cried with him. 

While I was there, I tried to help Grandpa get things in order.  There is a terribly overwhelming amount that needs doing, but I did my best to make a dent in it.  As we talked on the phone this morning, he told me of the progress of some of those things.  I guess Grandpa really felt my sincere desire to help him while I was there and had also felt how our connection had been strengthened, because he called me, ME!, to help him with his sheets.  I'm sure he tried to call my mom and my aunts first, but I can't tell you how it warmed my soul that I was on the list of people to call for help in matters of laundry. 

There is always dark and light in every situation, equal and opposite.  A light to counter some of the pain of grandma's death is the manifestation of a deeper connection with my grandfather.

I love you, Grandpa. 






5 comments:

Kristin said...

That is so wonderful! I can relate a little in that I have made a stronger connection with my dad since my mom died. It's wonderful the blessings that come after major trials!

Genene said...

So sweet! Such a simple thing that engender such sweet emotions & feelings. I loved reading this!

Travis Cody said...

That's wonderful. I really enjoy it when my grandpa calls me. Sometimes he doesn't remember quite why he's calling, but he makes the most of it anyway.

Grandparents are treasures and I only have him left. I'm making the most of however much time he has left to share.

Rachel Chick said...

That is so sweet. Thank you for sharing.

Polly said...

Aw. ♥ I love that. I'm so glad you were able to have that time with him. Seems like that chocolate was meant to be there.