I have decided to write things as they happen. It's easier to get it all out and not worry about what happens next.
It's hard to hold it all in. I am sitting at my grandpa's grave right now. I had to send this right away to you guys. He and I never got along too good. But after he died 6 years ago, I found out that he thought very highly of me, which makes me feel pretty bad. I did not even cry at his funeral. I mean I thought he hated me. He was just crass I guess. Back to subject.
I brought him some flowers and a lil' angel just to set there on his grave to send my respects. His grave is under an old oak tree, but by a creek (Backwoods Mississippi). I began to kind of talk to him and a breeze started to blow only under this old oak. I smell pipe tobacco, just a hint of it. Pawpaw smoked a pipe! Then I smell his sawdust smell. I know then it is him.
Up until the day he got sick, and I mean sick... He went into the hospital with a cold and three days later life support, 5 months later passed. He worked all the time in a veggie garden on a tractor and cutting trees, with a pipe in his mouth.
Back to subject, I got up to walk to my truck to get a camera and take some pictures when I heard my name. I turned around and there he was. WOW! With a pipe in his mouth! As fast as he was there he was gone. It was great to have him for that second. Is he trying to tell me something? I did, however, get some pictures and I see a outline of a man.
I will look deeper into it before I use a picture. So I am sitting here in my truck waiting to see more. I know it sounds wild to sit and wait, but I miss him and I want him to know that I did love him and that I hope the stories that the family told me about how much he loved me was true.
What do you guys think? This is not the first time this has happened with him. My mama lives in his house. But that's all another story.