So...My grandpa passes due to a broken heart and now reality sits. He will never lift me up saying.."By Golly Stephers..." and scratch my face on his whiskers and I will never hear my grandma saying.."Oh John..stop that.." It is reality...people pass...but I have had a hard time understanding why them? They are my safe haven.
It is sometime in early spring 2004 when I set out for my morning Jog. I lived on the south hill in the apartments they filmed Benny and Joon on 10th and Cedar with my dear friend Sunny...so I would jog up to the hill that looks over the city...relax a bit..and then start the jog home.
This particular morning was indeed different. As I listened to my music my mood shifted very quickly...it was somber but sad. I starting thinking of my grandparents...as a I watched the cars speed down the highway...Life was in fact still moving.
I then decided to go home and get ready for work. On the jog home I looked over in a front yard and noticed they had the same gnome in their yard that my grandparents did (my grandma did beautiful ceramics..along with watercolors)..anyways..I just noticed it and it made my mind still...it made me smile. After getting ready for work I traveled my usual road to road to work...and noticed something strange. I was stuck behind a semi!! There are no semi's on Maple street!! Then it set in....It was not just any semi..but a Cash And Carry semi. My grandma worked for cash and carry for years until they moved to Anacortes, Wa in 1986. Well...I thought that was strange. I then get to work ( I work in cosmetics at Macy's) and start selling. About 2 hours into work a customer walks by with a purple ANACORTES sweatshirt on!!! WOW!! I couldn't even believe it!! I ran over to the clinique counter to tell some friends of my beautifully strange day...when I noticed I had a customer. I ran back...talked to her for a bit (she is still 5 years later one of my favorite and Best customers)...told her about my cosmetics and then upon her leaving I told her my name and asked for hers...CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??? Pat...Her name was Pat. I told her all about my day and we shared a hug.
The next morning I got out my grandma's obituary and there it was!! She had passed the day prior....the day when all this stuff surrounded me. I would find out later in life that this is called synchronicity. How I will never forget that day.
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