Red Wine

You died on a sunny morning. Good thing it wasn’t in the evening. The last thing you saw was light. Much better than being in the dark. I assume it’s very bright in Heaven. You’ll have to tell me about that. Otherwise we’ll have to wait until my time comes and I see for myself.

You had a nice trip up to Heaven. It shows from the smile you had on your face. You were like an Angel. And an Angel you have always been.

I know you love me. And I know that you know that I love you. No doubt. But I also know that I should have visited you more often. What I don’t know is what you thought to yourself when weeks passed without me visiting you. And the idea annoys me.

I just hope you can forgive me, or maybe you already have.

I’m sure you remember when your sister died. I was having my reading period at your house. It was morning as well. You cried like a baby. Back then, almost a 70 year old baby. I’m sure you cried the same when you died. Of course from inside. You loved life and every accessory that comes with it. You have always spread love around you but in return accepted both love and hatred.

Today, I’m remembering you through my words, but everyday I remember you through my thoughts and memories.

You have visited me in my dreams many times these last few weeks. And I thank you for that. You sure are as pretty as always: elegantly dressed, great perfume, amazing smile. You are the lady that you have always been.

Sometimes people leave us. We cry. And then we say it’s OK. It passes. But what if we try to imagine the world “today” with those people around? How would our lives be with you around? Much better. Crystal.

Grandma,

Believe me. The Heaven that you now live in might be much nicer than the place I’m now at. There are things you wouldn’t have wanted to see. Someday we will meet again, on the OtherEnd, and I might tell you all about it. But you know what? I’d rather not.

We’ll keep Heaven as clean as it is, and all we’ll do is laugh and enjoy dancing over a good bottle of red wine.





(P.S. Remember those Christmas eves and the red wine? I’m sure you’re smiling.)