I don’t have time to “transition my l0ook from Day to Night”. Just thought I would let you know. Seriously I am just not that concerned.
I have been wanting to post for a while now, a real post, not a “here’s a video, I’m too tired” post. I am not sure how much justice I will do this but I am certainly going to try.
I visited with my ever classy Grandma Seibert.
She is a very special women with balls of steel. I spent some time talking with her about my Grandpa who passed a couple years back. He was equally as cool. She said something that struck me, she said it helps her to talk about him. She can tall people feel akward about broaching that subject. She described it “It;’s like his life was a whisper”. So I am making it my mission to be sure he isn’t a whisper. He didn’t live a whispered life but i know what she means. When some one dies it feels awkward and uncomfortable to talk about that person with the loved ones left behind. But sometimes they NEED to talk about them, to help them know that this person lived and will not be forgotten.
She spoke of their dancing in the evenings in the very living room I sat in with her. I never knew this and it touched me beyond words. I knew my Grandma danced as I had and I knew my Grandpa was a jazz musician but a dancer? It made me happy and sad all at the same time. When someone leaves you, things are discovered that you wish you had known when they were living. But at the same time, what a beautiful, intimate thing shared between them.
It was so nice to sit with her and talk about these things. Both sets of my Grandparents have been very instrumental in my life. They are a reminder to me of how to live and I am thankful.
My Grandpa S. was an amazing man and he walked through this life with an amazing woman ……. whom I still have the privelage of sitting with. I hope I can leave such an impression.