The home health care nurse told me that Gpa was wanting to know that I would be OK if he leaves, that I would keep doing the music, painting and juggling. When I did tell him, it felt like a promise. Oh, Oh.
I had mixed feelings about telling Gpa something of the sort. It meant he’d be closer to leaving, I am still not sure about him not being here. But I don’t have a choice in it. Death is as irrevocable as cremation. Since he has done both, it’s twice as much a done deal.
It is important to me to keep the promise for by keeping it, I’ll be honoring him and the love we shared. The bond between a grandchild and grandparent can be very strong. And in our case, very special.
So Wednesday I did something that felt very crazy but very right. I had found a seminar on the steps after making a record. Since the band is recording our first three songs on Monday, I thought it would be fitting.
It was in Houston. That’s OK, I have a friend I haven’t seen in a while, I could stay with her. But she didn’t get back with me and I had already paid for it. So I got up early, real early and drove down. When it was over, I drove home. That was the crazy part.
The workshop was awesome. I learned so much, took lots of notes and met a lot of great people. And the workshop has given me a lot of action items. Lots of ways to keep my promise. And something to keep me busy until I see Gpa again.
