Sitting beside her hospital bed yesterday I noticed that Granny was reading a giant font book entitled 'Entertaining Angels'. Well, here we are now, entertain us, Granny. She was only a quarter of the way through so I'm not sure how entertaining she'll be. I guess she held a decent audience in the material world.
I have farewelled palliative passengers before. But where do they go on these mystery flights? And more importantly do they have a light and a whistle for attracting attention? Let's assume so, just because they're fun and they may encounter a potential Rave or Disco situation on the way.
Grieving doesn't seem to get any easier but I think I am getting better at it. Whilst a part of me feels like an enormously selfish adult baby, I do understand that it is an necessary process I need to let happen. ie The non thyroid related throat lump must be released. And it's ok to be a giant adult baby for awhile. This process is part of my humaness. But I am also more especially aware of nature's glorious impermanence. Granny's passing through this life was indeed glorious, beautiful, graceful, just like a David Attenborough special. And I am super grateful I was around just as the credits rolled. Then I pictured her lovely face instead of the roaring MGM lion.
THE END
Yes, but where did she really go? Well, I think she went everywhere all at once. Which airline does that?
Love to my Granny, (NEVER negative) Nancy Exton xx
