When I was in grade school I remember sitting at my Grandfather’s funeral at St. Frances Cabrini. It was a little white church I would go to with my Grandmother every Sunday when I stayed with her.
At the time, it appeared to be so much bigger than it really was. The only thing I remember from that day is my grandma crying and the priest talking about how life is like a blink of an eye. That statement never left my heart. I realized in that moment that everything can change.
It seems so strange to me that just a few days prior I was sitting on the front steps with my grandpa breathing in the cool crisp fall air.
He had diabetes so he would take a walk every morning and my job was to be waiting for him on the step with a fresh nectarine for when he returned. We would just sit there and without saying a word, just soak in the sweet taste of the juicy fruit and listen to the birds singing, and the sound of the leaves swaying in the breeze casting their slow dancing shadows on the ground below.
It doesn’t seem right that they are both gone now and their house now sits empty. No more family. No more memories to make there. I thank God for the memories I do have because they are so precious to me now.
To this day I still think of him when I smell a crisp fall morning breeze. What an impact people can make on our lives. Their words and their time spent with us are woven in the tapestry of our thoughts long after they are gone. It seems like so long ago now.
How I miss him still. It’s okay I believe that one day, in the blink of an eye I will see him again.