There are times when my strong sense of intuition begins yelling out and I now try to pay more attention to it. Only this time, I hope it is wrong.
My sister and I have shared the same feeling lately. A sense of dread, loss and grief. A sense that our grandmother is ready to move on from this lifetime. She has been making comments lately that she is ready to go and be with her husband and her body is growing tired. Her fiest and spirit has followed her well into her 80's and I don't hear it anymore. I hear a woman who has made peace with her own passing. To write this is most difficult. I well up with a thousand or more tear drops but something tells me to keep writing.
We (my family) have a job to do. It is our duty to help her along this path. Her journey of life has been fulfilled and we must stand behind her and give her the strength, the love and the courage to find her way home.
In the meantime, there are still many stories to listen to, hugs and laughter to share. We must savour the present because we know the inevitable time will come, when we have to say good bye.
I remember at her 80th birthday party, we went swimming. She was as light as a feather and laughed wholeheartedly when I asked her to let me carry her around the pool. I swished her around in the water like I remember her doing to me when I was a child. The irony of it all.
The cycle of life.