My uncle’s memorial was a week ago tomorrow. I’m still healing from the loss. There are good and bad days but I welcome tears as a form of healthy grieving, nonetheless.
My uncle was an avid writer. He kept a journal that he wrote in every single day and he also wrote poetry. I would do my best to decipher his handwriting and type them up for him when I was a teenager.
My aunt read one of his poems last weekend before sending his ashes out to sea. As she read it, I could almost recite it word for word. I knew it sounded familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I brushed it off as just another one that I’d typed up for him long ago. But in my mind, I could almost see the paper it was typed on.
Well I saw that paper tonight….I was rummaging around in a nightstand this evening and came across a binder. A binder full of my own poems that I wrote when I was growing up.
I opened it and in the left side pocket was the very poem my aunt read. The words jumped off the page. What meant even more was his handwritten message dedicating the poem to me. It was dated August 30, 1991.
And here it is:
Love is a blessing and growth is the gift. God is love within two does He exist.
Time is endless along the path of devotion, filling each others needs and wanted emotions.
A natural warmth that lives as one – nurtured by two, touchable by none.
The beauty of a sun rise fresh and new, the serenity of a June moon and an I Love You.
Being together all of the times, precious moments of one mind, strong is the intangible bond, that haunts and hungers the hearts of all mankind.
kaitlynfranzone said:
Hi i read the post about your uncle. I too lost my Nanna (grandma) a year ago August 10. I am still grieving. Even writing this is making me cry. She was my closes nanna. I was her first grandchild. I gave her the name Nanna. I know she would be very proud of what I have done just in the last few months. From publishing my poetry book, short story and Graduating high school. I know she is looking down and smiling on what I have done. She also knows what is in my future. I can not say anymore. I am hurting and crying. I just miss her so much. I wish I would have published sooner. But it is what it is. Good luck!
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gingersnap74 said:
Wow! Thank you for such a thoughtful comment. Actually I was tremendously close to my Nana. I understand completely. I’ve been without her for 30 years but I go to her gravesite regularly and I still cry. Time heals wounds but the void still remains. God Bless you! Nana’s are special! Hugs!
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kaitlynfranzone said:
Yes. Thank you.
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kaitlynfranzone said:
Hugs!
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familyrulesbyplainjane said:
What a cool story, like a hug from him!
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gingersnap74 said:
That’s exactly how it felt 🙂
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Ms. Ethel Duck said:
God is so amazing! Another comforting message straight from heaven. What a beautiful poem. Bless you sweet friend.
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gingersnap74 said:
God is definitely good! You’ve got that right. He knows I need little signs like this.
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mistakenldy said:
Your uncle may be where you inherited your talent in writing. 🙂
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gingersnap74 said:
Nice thing to say. We would write poetry together all the time. Thank you! 🙂
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