Yesterday morning my grandpa Guerra passed away.
Mi Abuelo, who filled my childhood with history and wisdom and stories that left me wondering if they were real or fantasy. Don Quixote was a book he would refer to often, reminding me to keep my dreams in line with reality.
Breakfast dates were our favorite-he knew all the best spots.
One thing I’ll never forget is the reoccurring dream he always shared with me:
his mom and dad were there, no words exchanged but walking up the stairs of a childhood home. He follows. They turn the corner and another staircase appears, they are gone. He continues to walk up the stairs to the shut door at the top.. Light slipping through the cracks.
He told me every time he reaches for that door, he wakes up.
He then would tell me, he knows there will come a time where he gets to open the door, and on the other side he will be greeted by his Mom, dad, and my grandma (who he misses so much) and won’t wake up from the dream.
I’m both heartbroken and at peace that he didn’t wake up this time.
We talked about death and loss more than most, and he wasn’t afraid. A blanket of comfort eased me each time he would share the beauty of passing over, I know he is truly at peace.
Suffering exists in this life, not the next.
Listen to your intuition and gut. Say sorry. Give a loved one you’ve been thinking about a call- or shoot them a text. You truly don’t know when you won’t get the chance to do so. Life is just too fucking short to be self absorbed in our vast illusion of problems. And I have a lot to work on in this department.
#familyfirst #loss #loveandalliscoming