My Grandma

I wrote this in my journal.

Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010 at 12:30pm my grandma, Ruth Marie Frey, passed away. My mom, Carol, was the last one of us to see her alive. I am sure that will stick with her like she said until she dies.

Ben and I traveled up to PA from VA (about 5 hours) for the viewing and funeral. So, Friday and Saturday (today) we were there in PA.

It is interesting what I have been thinking of now. I think of time gone by and what we as the left behind see as 'missing out' events.

It is amazing to me how all this will go by...this life goes by in a flash, a vapor. It's all a memory in a blur of space and time. Nothing ever stays the same except love and God stays the same.

And so I wait for the time when we meet again.

In the sweet by and by...we shall meet on that beautiful shore.

And then I wrote this...

In a heartbeat,
a vapor, a mist.
In a flower's fragrance,
An aroma of coffee.

(But I didn't like that for this time...for the funeral...and so I wrote this one...)


For Grandpa Frey
By Jennifer Faust
March 23, 2010

Goodbye is not for always,
the waving of a so long
farewell hand is not forever.
The hand of time speeds by on
flashes of lightning and wings of eagles.

The years chase each other in
a game of tag, never to
catch the other.
Before you know it, your hair is
gray and your skin is wrinkled.
Movement is slow. Eyesight
blurred and not as it used to be.

Too many things aren't what they
used to be.
Remembering brings tears
and smiles.
Laughter fills your ears as
memories of by gone days play in your mind.

And you touch the hand
that you've held for so long.
It's cold and unmoving.
Tears stream down your face and
trickle onto the pair of
hands.
"She's gone," a voice declares.
Deep in your heart Father God
whispers to you, "Just for now. You'll
see her soon. Until then, Remember.
Remember that I love you and tell everyone
I love them, too."