My grandfather died July 17th and the funeral is this Friday. I know that seems pretty far out for a funeral to be but my family is pretty busy what with working a cruise, performing weddings and the like. It’s been a crazy time.
I’m kinda looking forward to this funeral because it will be a chance to say goodbye. Going this long without the goodbye has been like living in a state of denial. I mean I saw the man about once, maybe twice a year. So going this long without the funeral has allowed me to believe that he’s fine, living his life in South Bend or Raymond, WA (he split his time in both places). It’s allowed me to not really grieve.
I grieved a bit when he died for sure but it’s been so long it’s like it didn’t really happen. I can look at pictures and listen to the voicemail from the last time he called and pretend that he’s still here. I mean I know he’s not but denial can be pretty strong. It can convince you that reality is not reality.
Anyway this post isn’t about my non-grieving process. It’s about the poems I wrote. See my aunts have been arranging a couple of tributes for Grandpa and they asked his kids and grandkids and great grandkids to put together something for Grandpa if they wanted to and that they could share them at the tributes. One to happen in South Bend and one to happen in Raymond. I wrote these poems believing that I wouldn’t have to share them but found out just over a week ago that Friday I will be sharing these poems with friends and family and reading them myself. Bummer. Oh well, them’s the breaks :).
Joy, Laughter and Grief
A Poem by Tammy Rae Waggoner
In honor of my Grandfather Fred Waggoner
Grief
An emotion no one likes to feel
One that can be accompanied by so many more
Like depression and despair
Unfortunately in order to get out of grief
You have to get through it
And the only way to get through it
Is to feel it
Feel the sadness and the loss
Feel the regret and the pain
Feel the loss of what’s to come
And know it will never be the same again
But once you get through the grief you can get some of the
Laughter
Is awesome
It can help you get out of grief
It can turn any bad day into a good one
It can turn a frown upside down
It’s something I seek
It’s also something I try to give
Mine is loud and rambunctious
And I never try to quiet or silence it
Given enough laughter can bring you to great unspeakable
Joy
If laughter is awesome joy is stupendous
It’s the great fulfillment of feeling the grief
It’s the present you get for dealing with the difficult things
It can be brought about by a baby’s laughter
Or a beautiful sunset
Or an amazing book
Or an amazing conversation with someone you love
It’s somewhat indescribable
It is beyond happy
It is beyond mirth and laughter
It’s the skies parting, the sun shining, best feeling in the world
It is the gift from God that keeps you going when you encounter grief
The Real Story Behind the Man
A Poem by Tammy Rae Waggoner
In honor of my grandfather Fred Waggoner
I’ve only ever had one grandpa
I’ve had three fabulous grandmas
Now they are all gone
And I grieve their loss
My grandpa was far from perfect
He was a sinner, who was saved by grace
He was also a hoarder, with many properties to fill
While living he and Grandma Vi filled many homes
With all their crap
And because grandpa was a hoarder when grandma passed he kept it all
He even used to keep stuff that his tenants left behind
When grandpa visited for my sister’s wedding June 2013
I had a conversation with grandpa and his girlfriend Annabelle about his hoarding
I tried to convince him it was okay to throw stuff out
But I don’t think it took
Grandpa was more than his hoarding ways
He was a lover
He loved to give love in a textile way
He loved to hold hands, give hugs and kisses
I never really noticed this until Vi was gone
I realized that she took most of that
So that when she was no longer with us
He saved it for the times he was with family
So that he could give it to his kids, grandkids and great kids
Grandpa loved with great feeling and with great compassion and with great unconditional-ness
A few years ago I shared a difficult story with him
Something from my past that rocked me
And all he gave as I told him was love
All he gave was strength and compassion
And support, he told me who in the family I could share with
And how much he loved me
I remember our last conversation on the phone, one I didn’t think would be the last
He called me by my sister’s name
And asked me questions about my sisters
We shared joy about another family gathering in the future
And I laughed with him about his getting some of the information wrong
He told me he was “getting older” and when that happens you forget things
We joked and laughed and ended the call with “I love you”
Grandpa had flaws like we all do, but he had great love
Love he freely shared
He was loved by many and will be missed by more
Love you grandpa, good-bye
This week will be a difficult one, finally saying good-bye to grandpa but also a good one to see family and to share laughter, stories, and memories of good times.
If you think of my family this week, say a little prayer as we say good-bye to a grandpa, a dad, and a friend.
So that he
Leave a comment