I dig the idea of a corner. It can be something to turn, a new route to investigate, a new future to redeem, a new point of view to gaze upon. It can bring two paths crashing together, causing spilt coffee, lost groceries, or soul mates. But I think that last scenario only happens in Hollywood “feel good stories of the year.”
The possibility, however, is there.
My Grandmother turned a corner a week ago today. For the better or for the worse, I guess depends upon which point of view you take on the after-life. I vote for the better, being the optimist I am, and knowing my Grandfather as I do (did?) I’m willing to bet he had the place all ready with some chocolates, roses and “Roll Out the Barrel” on the old phonograph. Maybe they’re in Paris, retracing the steps they took on their honeymoon. They have some catching up to do as it’s been 20 years since he left her side.
She was 87, lived a long life, survived everyone but her son, 5 grandchildren, and 6 great-grandchildren. She died in her sleep and knew she was loved by the ones she cared about. If only we all could be so lucky.
There’s a part of me that misses her immediately, and yes I’m sad. But there’s another part of me, that is in a way, happy, that it is over. Happy she has turned a corner and now sees a new path in front of her, one that doesn’t include doctors telling her what to do and what to take, a path that is limitless in scope, hopefully defined by her wildest dreams.
I’ll miss you Gaga.
January 20th, 2008 at 6:53 pm
Here’s hoping it’s a great corner that she’s turned. All the best to you and your family.
January 29th, 2008 at 9:36 am
It’s easy to understand why you would choose this photograph in particular. How fortunate you all are to have such fine, loving memories.