Grandad

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“For now is my grief heavier than the sands of the seas, she thought. This world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow’s life.” – Frank Herbert, Dune

Bear with me, this post comes with words.  I began writing this on 23rd May, the week after my Grandad died.  I then spent months trying to put into words what he meant to me.

My Grandad was amazing.  I know lots of people say they had the world’s best grandad, but mine really was extraordinary.  He looked like santa.  He told the best stories, often more then once.  He was dad like to so many people.  He chose his family, and once you were in you were to be loved and accepted and lifted up in his pride of you.

When my mother’s father passed away he wrote her a letter which I think reached her in her grief.  He probably didn’t know when he wrote it, that his words would bring us comfort all those years later.

People live as long as they are remembered.

Over this year these words have bought me great comfort.  Grief puts everyone on their own timeline.  When a significant death occurs, it rolls through the group like a wave, but everyone is standing their own distance from the shore.  Sometimes you are treading water, sometimes you are watching others get knocked off their feet.  Sometimes it feels like you are all alone under the water.

This season is a time for families, this year ours is a little bit smaller for his having passed.  But he will be remembered, and in being remembered he will not be gone, just passed.

I would like to share some of the wisdom that I gathered from him:

If you’re going to spend good money on anything, make sure it’s shoes and your mattress.  If you are not in one, you’re in the other.  And, when the time comes, get a wicker coffin.  They are beautiful to look at, kinder to the environment and kinder for the people who bear you to wherever you are laid to rest.

“The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases” – Carl Jung

Never stop learning.  The greatest way to teach others is to be a constant student. My grandfather was a boatman, an actor, a grave digger but he was always a teacher. For some of his life he even got paid to teach. He was also an amazing student and it was his enthusiasm for learning which made him a great channel for knowledge.  A few years ago now he enrolled in a law course at the open university, and I got such a kick thinking that he probably stored his student ID in his wallet next to his 65+ bus pass.

If you are going to get angry about something, make sure you direct it towards change. If you are angry at politicians, go vote. And if that doesn’t work go stand outside where they work and tell them what you think.  Don’t get enraged, or despondent, get direct.

There is nothing weak or cowardly about taking the road of least harm.  Pacifism is not a cowards way out.  There is nothing soft about choosing not to fight.  When standing in the face of conflict or violence, the greatest act of strength is to stand and be at peace.  There are many justifications for violence, some of them appear just.  However there is only one reason to refuse to fight, and that is because, just like me, each living thing on earth will feel enough pain in it’s life, without me adding to it.  This is not an easy way out.

Family is not about blood.  Family are the people who build you up.  They support you even in your faults (sometimes they are the first people to point your faults out).  They lift your spirits when they surprise you on your birthday.  Gather them close to you today.  Family give you somewhere to belong.  When I was very young my parents divorced and for a long time I think some of the people closest to us weren’t sure how to handle this.  As a child I was the only one in my class whose parents were divorced.  People didn’t know how to handle that, sometimes in my own family.  My grandad never made me feel like I had to shut part of myself off, or that I had to be part of one family and not another.  When he decided to open his family to someone they stayed.  That acceptance meant the world to me.  There have been times this year when that acceptance has felt a little fragile without him here anymore, but that is just grief and as the year has passed I have found an inner connection that his s

upport grew in me.

A good story is in the eyebrows.  If you have ever been told a story by someone with enthusiastic eyebrows you will know what I mean.

“Everyone must leave something behind when he 

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dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.

It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.” – Ray Bradbury, Farenheit 451

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26 thoughts on “Grandad”

  10. rangerdon says:
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    Those holes that our most beloved people leave never get completely filled, but how lucky we are to have had them in our lives.

    Have you thought about using your remarkable artist’s skills to do a small illustrated book: “Granddad’s Book of Life,” or something like that?

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    • PMu says:
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      Actually I am working on something at the moment which I’m hoping will help me process the loss of not only my Grandfather but all my loved ones who have dies over the years.

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  11. Kathleen says:
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    Thank you for sharing! Reading about your grandfather really moved me, as I too have lost my grandfather. I’m sorry for your loss and wish you and your family the best. Your grandfather sounds like a wise and wonderful man!

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