In this short life we meet special people, wonderful people who bring an extra color and cheerfulness, which refreshes the day’s living.
In fact, I am talking about our grandparents. After my beloved grandparents died I turned my affection towards my husband’s grandparents, who, like mine, were good people with holy and righteous souls.
I think grandparents, wherever they are or live, are the same. Love and respect for grandparents everywhere should be similar to ours.
I’m talking about those people who have grown generations and generations, who have lived long enough to be able to tell storied to the grandchildren with longing and passion for those gray times.
Those people who knew the true meaning of the word „work”, working from dawn to night, without pause and fatigue, together for family and well-being.
Those dear souls who dedicated their lives to work in the country, who loved the work and the riches of the earth given from the God to their last breath.
Those who spent decades at each other’s arm, enjoying together good days and bad days. Those people who did not say goodbye after the first fight, but who shyly smiled after a few moments of silence, shook their arms and continued the journey of life as a whole.
Those people who enjoyed the first cup of coffee on the brink of the morning, sipping uneasily and discussing together about family, neighbors and life.
Those who have not been estranged from their marriage for years, have proved that as a Phoenix bird, marriage must come back to life at all times, despite all the unfavorable circumstances.
Those people who loved the Church and the word of the Lord, who followed the rules of the village group, fasting whole fastings, loving life without sin.
A few good-bye words …
Yesterday I drove a person dear to me and my family, my husband grandmother on the last road. A gentle, calm and calculated woman, a woman who loves family and good people, a wonderful woman.
Heaven wept for her departure from this world, warming the whole village in a sea of cold and acid tears. People from the village, relatives, friends and acquaintances all gathered to take us on the last road our grandma, as we know or dear Aurica.
She went to be with the one she loved all her life, with the partner she spent her whole life with. Step by step, prayer by prayer, we went to the place of eternity, as usual in a cart drawn by horses, through mud and unpaved road.
Although the world was screaming and crying for her departure, Grandma would no longer respond as before, with her body immobilized and hard, trapped in the wooden coffin. Only the sky was responding to the reactions of those around her, wiping hot and longing tears.
Now the family is poorer without the two beloved members, grandmother and grandfather. There will be no one at the country who will meet us at the gate with the words: „Hey, my dear nephews” or „Grandma’s babies”. No one will make us chicken soup as only my grandmother knew how to make, steak or other goodies.
They will remain in our souls and in our memory, those two wonderful people who made our childhood more beautiful, who taught us and brought us on the right path in life. At the end of the day we are thankful to the Lord that he enriched our lives with such beautiful people, we were fortunate that we had them.
Goodbye, dear souls! Rest in peace!
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