Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form
Almost two years ago I lost my pepere (grandfather, for those of you confused) and he was one of the most special men I have ever known. He was one of the very few people I have ever known who can be so incredibly kind, while still being absolutely hilarious all at once. He went out of his way to make everyone else’s day special 365 days a year, and very rarely took time for himself. Even when diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, he didn’t slow down or miss a beat. He continued to be his usual self, showing up at our house unannounced to deliver pizzas, cracking jokes left and right, and taking me out to lunches at his favorite spot- the Empire Buffet. Even as the end came closer, he was still making us laugh. “Do you want me to buy you a body pillow, to help you sleep better?” my mom asked him as we all sat around the dinner table at his house one night in May. “No.” he said, and added with a chuckle, “the only thing you can get me is a body bag.” As everyone else’s faces slipped into shock and they exclaimed “Gene!” I laughed along with him. Even though the joke was terribly morbid and a reminder of what we knew was coming near, that joke meant that he was still my pepere, the same man who made a joke out of anything no matter how serious the situation. The summer before he passed away, I spent several days a week at his house, doing our favorite activity- swimming in his pool. Ever since I was a child he loved to swim with us, and every time we visited he asked if we brought our bathing suits. I didn’t care about my friends that summer, I wanted to be with him. And so I was, as often as possible. We spent all day swimming, then went in for some ice cream and lunch. We would do handstands in the pool, he would teach me how to dive through a tube (which was the most hilariously incredible thing. He was bigger than the hole in the tube, yet somehow he still managed to squeeze through) and we’d play a game we shared between the two of us, called Airplanes. Because we spent so much time together that summer, we didn’t always have something to say- so to pass the time together we floated in the pool and kept count of who could spot the most airplanes first. To this day, every now and then I look up and see an airplane in the sky and I think of him and know he’s with me. All though he totally has the advantage now, because he can see all the airplanes from heaven that the clouds are blocking from me. 😉 I love my pepere, so so much. And I wish he could still be here with me in the physical world. But I am so beyond positive that he is still with me, spiritually. I dream of him whenever I need him, and sometimes I even just know that he’s by my side without any indication other than pure intuition. If you lose someone you love, believe that they are always with you and you’ll open yourself up to the ability to feel their presence again. I miss the activities we did together in his time here on earth, but I can’t say that I miss him. He’s still with me, and I know that. And because of that the hole in my heart is a lot smaller than it would be without that faith.