My Dead Grandfather

My dead grandfather came alive in my dreams
last night, sitting beside my side of the bed in a
lawn chair, the old kind with latticed strips of
bright-striped fabric, the kind everybody had
before things got complicated. He said nothing
but reached with his left hand and took my right
and held it longer than I expected but that was
alright with me for I’ve not seen him in a long
time, not in this life or my dreams. As my dead
grandfather released his grasp and stood to leave
I spoke through tears: I never really knew you. He
paused, smiled, pointed to the west window, then
whispered so as not to wake the house: Just see
where this life takes you. There’s a lot left to be
described. You knew I loved you. That is enough.
 

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8 Comments

  1. Teresa Evangeline on September 7, 2012 at 1:48 pm

    Just beautiful.

  2. Sallie on September 7, 2012 at 2:18 pm

    “There’s a lot left to be described,” which you will, because you’re willing to live it first. That’s the only kind of describing I trust. Thank you for that, John.

  3. consolationofmirth on September 7, 2012 at 2:26 pm

    Now that’s a good dream. I’m grateful for the description. The sharing.

  4. Laure on September 7, 2012 at 6:21 pm

    Western light, as the light at day’s end, suits the spirit of the man you are, John. And words offered with plenty of breathing room … they’re the very best kind. Perhaps that’s why your grandpa knew to point to the aperture that faced west.

    Love … it’s the very best when it’s offered with plenty of breathing room too.

  5. Diana Trautwein on September 7, 2012 at 10:50 pm

    Oh, beautiful. I hope that is what my own grandkids remember – that I loved them. Like crazy, to the point of pain, up to the eyeballs with wonder and gratitude. Yes. That. Thanks for this loveliness.

  6. patriciaspreng on September 8, 2012 at 3:16 am

    Wow.

  7. micksilva on September 8, 2012 at 4:44 am

    It’s breathtaking, John. Literally. You made me catch-gasp.

    Where are you going, Grandpa? And can I come?

  8. Peg Richards on September 8, 2012 at 9:46 pm

    “You knew I loved you. That is enough.” Amen! Beautiful!

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