Skip to main content

with all my love granddad

my granddad passed away this morning. i feel sadness for my mum as he was her dad. they were not always the closest pair but it was undoubtedly a love between them that grows from father and daughter.
i remember playing soccer with my granddad in the backyard with my brother. he played 'football' in England as he was growing up and it was a connection that us as kids were able to share with him. he taught me one trick with the ball that i won't forget, handy on the field he was.
i remember granddad's smile, he had it inside of him and when he showed it it was a pleasure to see. i remember 'Ossie' wearing a silly bon-bon hat every Christmas and chewing down his food with his one good tooth.
i was treated to a story of when Ossie was in India with the English army and how after a game of football, army vs locals, they had all headed inside, beginning on dusk, for a drink and granddad noticed what looked like a ball still sitting out in the middle of the field. as he ran out to collect it, to his surprise it was a tiger cub just sitting there looking over at him. he was amazed by its poise to just sit and look at him and so he felt game to approach it, to pat it. that was until he noticed its mum only a short tiger dash away from them both, well cute aside, Ossie was out of there!
it was really special to have that moment of my granddads life shared with me and i know that i will hold onto these loved memories for as long as i can.
i wish my mum and auntie all the love i can as i know this will be confronting for them both and i hope as a family unit, that having one of us Birmingham / Gibson's move on, we will be stronger are more open and connected to share our lives more closely with one another, as we realise that life does end and it is only the memories of moments that will carry those lost with us.
the more memories we can create, the more we get to carry.
i wonder if Ossie will ever have anything more to share with us? will he be apart of our strengths and dreams or has he been allowed to be free from what carries us through this life only to support and affect us in our most needed moments.
all my love granddad, we will all miss you dearly, keep smiling, painting, telling jokes and watching football forever

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

wait

..until time shades me full of light, shows nature true to its power, allows hidden to be seen; wait until the masquerade wants to lift and the self allows to be free, from self, fear and opens to knowledge. when the mind draws the seeker through realised sights, belief and understanding, until then I shall and will continue to.. 

and far

startlingly real pain that washes over and over wanting only to be enshrined, engulfed by sensation by thought a construct of delusion and joy realities that may not exist past the confines of skin heart you want only to believe in that moment with only the pleasures existent because of you unknowingly forced to stop and see go outside the walls seeking but unable to hold onto depth, the warmth freedom to have the soft, plush wool pulled upon you when i cant make it play it hurts where has the mind gone like love it is palpable the only shifts and changes are your repetitive strokes you dont know how to be fulfilled, back and forth only new directions of sound highlight the space around not alone but you are so alone

with you

 the time that has passed by. vivid dreams in hope and of desires that fit into a vision yet to realise, to bloom. held aloft the self is, through delusion and inertia, encapsulated only in a montage of false recognition; awaiting to be held close, softly and with the all, by and..