Don’t take that tone with me

Man, it’s been an interesting summer, to say the least. My grandpa died in June. Luckily, we had time to say the things we needed to say. It was tough, but he knew we loved him. We cared for him at my parent’s house and I was with him when he died.

And now in August a dear friend of the family and one of my grandpa’s best friends has terminal pancreatic cancer. She’s a wonderful woman who became a part of our family. And she’s been an adoptive grandma for my daughter.

As soon as we found out, we took off for Colorado where she lives. On our first visit, we were able to spend time with her on a afternoon. She was alert and so thankful we had come… and so were we. She is a person of faith, and she knows where she is going. She is at peace, and it was beautiful.

Yesterday, we visited for the last time to say goodbye. That’s a really hard task when you know it’s for real. She had asked earlier if I would play guitar for her, so I took my acoustic and played. In the course of my life, I have played at the death bed of three people: my grandpa, my grandma, and now my friend. There is a lot to learn in that moment. And there is one piece of music that I played for all of them that will forever have new meaning for me.

It’s so important to let people know you love them while they’re here. So many times, we don’t get that opportunity. This summer, I was fortunate to get the chance to tell two people I loved them before they left this world. For that, I am grateful.

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