My Grandfather moved on from this life last week. I did no writing here because my time was filled with caring for and from my family.
You see, I have the most incredible family. I have told several people over the course of the last week if everyone had a family like mine the world would be a better place. Care taking is something we do well and something I spoke about at the memorial service as being one of the main things both my Grandfather and my Grandmother taught me about.
I've cried a lot of tears knowing how much I will miss him, seeing him walking outside with his favorite outside cat Buddy, sharing bird watching stories, watching him on the tractor outside, sitting on the porch swing.
But I'm not sad for him. He lived a long (almost 90 years) and full life and was ready for what was to come. I'm sad for my Grandmother who is alone after a marriage of 70 years. I am sad for my thirteen year old daughter who is feeling it very deeply. I'm not quite sad for me, though it keeps tapping me on the shoulder in odd places. I dream nightly about death in some form.
I just want to continue to live my life in a way that would make him proud and I want more than anything to take care of my Grandmother. Last week I spent more time at her house than my own, returning home did not feel right and back up the path I would go.
I had no obligations last week other than being and caring for my family around me, work, school, even cooking were put to the side. Though it was very difficult, it was the most contented I have ever felt. Now, as reality sets back in, I feel the crush return. Back to work, back to school, back to the daily business of life and I long to step back to last week when all was needed was loving care.