(When I got out of bed this morning, I had decided not to write this blog because I wasn't sure where it was going to go and while I think it's an awesome story, I couldn't find any relevance to our journeys here. When I went to the computer, I discovered that my internet connection wasn't working and since my morning ritual was now disrupted I might as well start writing! It's taken all day to get back on line; it's been a busy day!)
I've been researching my family tree a lot lately. It's been a hobby of mine for many years but lately I've come into a lot of new information that made me want to work on this project again.
Because of geographic and emotional distance, I didn't have a relationship with my father's side of the family and over the last couple of months, I was able to learn some more about my paternal grandmother that really makes me wish wish I had known her. I only saw her a couple of times while she was alive so I don't remember much about her and when I found out that she had died alone (even her priest was on vacation the week she died) I felt very sad. I think about her a lot and I have spent a lot of time researching her family to try and get some picture of what her life was like. I got some clues from my Dad recently that has me thinking that she had a hard life but I don't think it was any different from the types of challenges a lot of us face in this life and I think she did her best to make it a good life.
I have this pair of crows that are always somewhere around my house. I've never had much use for crows, they're so noisy! My pair of crows is always nearby and I've come to see them as the spirits of my mom and her mom, always around to annoy and tease me but most importantly, to remind me that I'm not alone. They're kind of like the crows in the Windex ad and frequently I can hear them laughing (we laughed a lot as I was growing up, laughing is such a wonderful activity!) Most of my family and friends know about the two crows and I do like having them around now. Once in a while, there's three crows and we all spend a lot of time trying to figure out who the third crow might be. I do think it's my mom's goofy uncle (that would be a dangerous trio!) but could it be my Dad's mother? I can't be sure, I know nothing about her so I don't know what to look for. She's on my mind a lot.
(Oh, and there they are now; shouting at me as I'm writing this!)
My dear, sweet, scavenger and borderline hoarder friend stopped by to visit a few days ago. He had a book for me that he had found on the used-books shelf at the library (people drop off their books and they can be purchased for 50 cents or a dollar.) It was a pretty book filled with essays and old photos dedicated to the Love of Knitting. (Knitting is something else I like to do; I love to create beautiful things and it justifies my TV watching!) After he left, I paged through the book quickly and then set it aside to really look at later. As I was closing the book, something red on the inside cover caught my attention:
I hope the photo is readable -
My legal (and seldom used) name is Kathryn. I immediately called my friend to see if he had seen this and he told me that he only looked at 2 or 3 pages and just thought I'd like the book. My maternal grandmother never called me Kathryn and never referred to herself as "Granny."
A coincidence? For me, there are no coincidences in this life.
So what does this have to do with my Spark travels? Maybe nothing, maybe everything, maybe it's just a really cool story. I do know that none of us ever need feel alone; being active here in the Community will see to that! I've never seen most of you and I only know what you choose to share about yourself and yet you are all so important to me and my life. I've written this frequently over the years: my world is bigger because of my time here on SparkPeople.
Never stop looking for signs that there are people in this world or the next one who love you and have gone before you on the Journey and are still with you, wanting only the best for you as you travel this Path. It's a good life.