Tuesday, February 23, 2010

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reaching out. . .

He told me the other day that he had a dream. He came upon a cemetery, one that he had never been to before, one that probably didn't really exist. It was within this sanctuary that he said my grandmother's presence told him, Kathy never comes to see me anymore. He had never met my grandmother. Then, he began to recall the feeling of something cold pressing down against his thigh, like a hand, so cold that it woke him up from this sleep. It's true though. I don't visit much. Maybe it's because I know she is not there. There is no soft spoken voice there to tell me her stories of younger days. There is no warm embrace to pull me in from the cold wind that whips around me as I sit there beside the plaque that bares her name. But I did go to see her today. Her great-grand daughter beside me wondering where her Mama's Tutu is. She is asleep, I say. Her response, When she wake up, she coming to see me? I didn't know what to say. Yes, I said. Someday.


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[**added on February 24th] I reread this post. Thinking about how I answered my toddler's question. What I should've said was that my grandmother was in Heaven right? Because I know she is. I've began to think about my faith again. My fellowship with God is not where it used to be. I know this. But the ice is melting. The colors of life are slowing resurfacing. In my heart, I know I will feel that warmth again.

6 comments:

  1. This is so stirring and beautiful... thank you so much for sharing.

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  2. you did fine . each resurfacing color is meant for you kat . your photos are a friend to me today

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  3. this is beautiful and your answer was truthful...she will see your daughter... always, and all of you will continue to see her....

    I was very close with my grandma who has been gone now 22 years and often I feel like I see her or that she is here with me by giving me a little sign .....a funny shadow that moves, air that brushes my cheek, even a certain smell that doesn't seem fitting at the time.....

    and the photos are beautiful.....

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  4. Very beautiful post. My children always make me questions about God, death...I get really confused.
    I have dreams with my grandpa. He is always smiling and happy and waving for me!
    Gorgeous images, as always...

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  5. beautiful post along with these gorgeous shots

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  6. very beautiful...
    the images
    the sentiments...

    isn't it amazing how are children lead us...

    and i also find it amazing that your husband(?) had the dream?!?

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