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In Loving Memory
By ahe

 



        
IN LOVING MEMORY!


``He's the one grandpa! The one who will stop my pain. I just know it'' I said as I cried into my
grandpa's tombstone. ``I don't know how I know, but I feel it in my heart''
``I hope you are right'' a familiar voice sounded from behind me.

I got up, wiped a tear away from my cheek and turned around. I could hardly believe it; there,
standing in front of me was my grandpa.

``I don't believe it. Is it really you?'' I cried.
``It's me Ash. God has granted me one day to spend by your side. To help you through this pain'' he
smiled as he placed his hand on my shoulder.
``I've missed you so much'' I cried harder as he stretched out his arms.
``Come here'' he smiled sweetly, pulling me into a hug ``I've missed you as well, but I've been
watching over you''

I stepped back, admiring the old man standing before me. He looked exactly the way I remembered him,
his hug was exactly the same. The only thing different, was he wasn't really there.

``I have so much I want to say to you'' I said, coming back into reality.
``Tell me about this boy, Scott''

We sat down on a nearby rock.

``He's amazing gramps, he's made me feel love again, the way I did when you were around. He makes me
feel like a somebody'' I sighed
``What is the matter?''
``I don't know what is happening between us. We've been fighting heaps lately, I'm causing him a lot
of pain, and I don't know what to do about it''
``What is the pain you are causing?'' he asked with concern.
``Trust problems''
``Oh!'' he said a little louder then I'd expected, I jumped.
``What do you mean `Oh!'?''
``Ash, you have always had problems telling the truth, there were times when I was very disappointed
in you for your lies. You get it from your mother'' he chuckled.
``Gramps! It's not funny. I think I'm going to lose him''

We sat there in silence for a little while. I was thinking about what I'd just said, trying to block
it from my head. My grandfather was staring off into the distance.

``Come with me'' he ordered as he got up.
``Where are we going?''
``Don't ask questions. Just come''

I followed him. We walked through the graveyard, passing tomb after tomb after tomb. He eventually
stopped in front of a little hut by the gates of the graveyard.

I looked at grandpa puzzled

``What is this place?'' I asked, looking at the run down hut.
``Open the door''

I did as I was told. Inside the hut there was a bed. Beside the bed there was a broken desk with a
broken lamp. There was a small stove with an old pot on top.

``Did someone live here?'' I asked, turning to face my grandpa.
``Yes, the old grave keeper did. About 10 years ago'' he explained.
``What happened to him?''
``He died. His grave is at the top of that hill'' grandpa pointed to a tall statue at the top of the
nearest hill.
``What is the point of showing me this?''
``Ashlee. You talk to yourself at night about dying alone, dying unhappy, without achieving
anything. What do you think, when you think of the grave keeper?'' he asked.
``He must have been lonely. Here every day and night, digging graves, burying the dead. Seems
awfully boring'' I sighed.
``That is where you're wrong. He was happy!''
``How can you be happy living in a graveyard? Not having a family or a real job?'' I laughed.

He just looked at me for a while.

``My point is Ashlee. You don't have to be married to the man of your dreams; you don't have to have
children or the perfect job to be happy.''
``No, but it helps?''
``Does it? Do you honestly think that if you married Scott…do you think you'd be happier then
ever?''
``Yes I do'' I smiled.
``Your nana and I were married for 64 years before I died. She was my soul mate, and to this day she
still is. But I was not the happiest I could be. When we had your mother, I still wasn't happy.
Having you 3 as grandchildren, I still wasn't happiest. All of those things made me extremely happy,
but to tell you the truth Ash. No one ever experiences true happiness. The world we live in will not
allow us that privilege.'' He explained.

I didn't know what to say, could he be right? Will I never witness my ultimate goal? Am I aiming to
high?

``Why stay with nana if you weren't happy? If you felt there was something missing?'' I asked.
``Because, I love her. And love overpowers everything. People nowadays care more about money and
being successful then they do about love. You spoke before about your problems with Scott being
based on his loss of trust in you?''
``Yep''
``That is so totally wrong Ash. Yes trust is a big deal in a relationship. But there is always
something there, something that isn't always going to be 100% truthful. For 64 years, I kept a lot
of secrets for you nana!''
``Really?'' I asked, I was shocked.
``Yes really. Everyone has their secrets, some things are best not revealed. I've heard you speak of
Scott's trust issues from his past?'' grandpa asked.
``That's correct''
``And this is why trust is a big issue in your relationship?'' I nodded ``Have you tried explaining
to him that there are some things in your past that you would like to keep locked away? Some things
that are way to dark to bring to the surface?''
``Yes grandpa, I have. Well, not that last part…but I've told him there are things I
can't/won't talk about''

Again, silence. This time for longer. I walked inside the hut and had a look around, thinking about
what my grandpa had said about the grave keeper.

When I was outside again, my grandpa was gone.

Could it have been a dream? Was my grandpa really there?

I started heading back to his grave to say goodbye. When I reached it, he was kneeling beside my
nanas grave.

``What are you doing?'' I asked.

He didn't respond, just knelt there talking to the tombstone.

I sat down on the closest rock and just watched. I'd always admired my grandparents' relationship.
There was so much love, so much happiness. Something I want to someday experience for myself.

I thought about what my grandpa had told me at the old hut, about true happiness, trust and secrets.
I wondered if you could be right!

``Sorry about that'' I heard him say, breaking my concentration.
``What were you doing?''
``Telling her I love her, how special she is to me''
``Oh. I'm sorry you never got to say goodbye to her gramps''
``It doesn't matter. We are happy up in heaven'' he smiled as he took my hand.
``What is heaven like?''
``That I cannot tell you. I'm sorry Ash''
``It doesn't matter. I'm sure I'll find out one day'' I smiled back as we walked around.

``How is your mother?'' grandpa asked after a small silence.
``Well, you know mum. She's, good'' I sighed.
``Still not getting along with her are you?''
``Not at all. It's worse then before''
``Ash, you really should cut her some slack. I mean, she has raised 3 children all on her own from
such young ages.''
``Grandpa, when are you going to stop sticking up for her? God, even dead you do it'' I huffed and
walked away.

``ASHLEE'' I heard grandpa call out about 5 minutes later.

I just sat there, staring at the name on the tombstone which was in front of me.

`RANDALL SMITH
DIED 2003'

``Oh, there you are'' grandpa said when he'd found me.
``He was my friend'' I cried, still staring at the stone.
``Who was?''
``This guy! He was one of my best friends in high school''
``I'm sorry Ash'' he apologized as he put his arm around my shoulders.
``How much longer are you going to be around?'' I asked, turning towards the man I'd missed for so
long.

I saw that he was starting to fade.

``Not much longer'' grandpa smiled.
``I don't want you to go'' I cried hard into his arms.
``I'll always be here for you Ash. Whenever you're feeling down, look deep inside yourself and I'll
be there''
``It's not the same. I can't do this without you grandpa. Life is way to difficult without you
around''

He pulled me away from him and looked into my eyes.

``Listen to me. Nothing is to hard if you put all your heart and soul into it. If you want things to
happen, it'll happen. And Ash, don't give up on Scott. He'll come around eventually. He just needs
time to sort himself out''

I cried harder, wiping away my tears.

``I hope you are right. Because I honestly do feel that he is my soul mate gramps…he's the
one, I know it!''

I turned around to face him; but he was no longer there. He'd gone.

I smiled slightly as I walked back to his grave.

``Thanks for today. I'll never forget it. I love you grandpa, more then you'll ever know. Come back
and visit me soon'' and with that I walked away.

Walking through the graveyard, reading all the messages on the graves

``In loving memory''
``The light in my dull life''
``With much love''

It reminded me that there are people out there who care. People who have love in their life, it put
a smile on my face.

I walked past the grave keeper's grave…about 5 meters in front of it, I stopped and turned
around.

I picked a bunch of flowers from a nearby garden and headed back for the grave.

``You'll always have a friend in me'' I smiled as I placed the flowers on the foot of the stone and
walked away.

I'll never forget that day for the rest of my life. My grandpa gave me some very valuable pointers
about life and love. And I'll be sure to use them in the future.



© 2005 Ashlee Marie Proud.



 

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