It's often said there is beauty in sadness.
Yesterday I went back to Wagga, just to have a little visit with Grandad, a chat with with my amazing Aunty Erena, (she is the other super hero in this world that you haven't heard about yet - you know besides Wonderwoman and Supergirl etc ) and spend a little personal time on my own by Grandma's final earthly resting place. Not an easy day, but special.
I returned home with a little snack sized lunch baggie containing some beautiful treasures that Grandma had picked out for me.
A hair clip / barrette. Tortoiseshell with little diamontes around the ends.
A hat pin. My Grandma was a true lady of style. Hats were her thing and they suited her beautifully, (we all know it takes a certain type of person to really wear a hat).
A little inspirational bookmark. It had been in her bible for some time. Earlier this year she hand wrote a message in it for me.
pass me a tissue ..
And a fan. Her 'convention fan' to be exact. It has the right scent - the scent of Grandma's elegant taste in fine parfums. Though I think the most endearing thing about it is it's not perfect. It's been broken a little - and it's been 'patched up' with Grandma's economy. One last little lesson of wisdom for me. I'm so quick to throw out and replace. Yet Grandma had repaired her modest fan even though she had the means to replace that fan with hundreds of fancier ones.
But . The Letters.
Letters which 'turned up' , surfaced in the immediate days after Grandma's passing. Never been seen in the 60 years of Grandma and Grandads marriage.
They are proving to be a huge source of comfort to Grandad and an absolute wonderment to me.
They are of course all the letters of their courtship. My Dearest Stanley ..... My Dearest Eileen .....
' well this is the fourth letter I have got written to you this week my darling ... '
just. so. beautiful.
all so gentlemanly.
ever so lady like.
oh for the romance of yesterday.
as opposed to the texting messages today. Send and delete, text & delete ..
all my love, me xx