Last month, I was in Taos to do the Up & Over 10K run at the Ski Valley. My parents said they wanted to clean out the garage and that there were a few boxes from my college days that I needed to go through and decide what to do with.
In an old shoe box, sealed in brown tape, I found handwritten letters and greeting cards. Among them, were letters from my Grandma and Grandpa, written in my Grandma's cursive. I love how she always wrote on the behalf of both of them. The letters that I found were from 1999 and 2000. Five-Six years before my Grandpa's sickness and death.
My heart hurts reading in her letters the detailing of their lives. They lived for letters from Amy and I; and for the opportunity to babysit little Johnny, my cousin's baby.
I feel like such a shit for not spending more time with them during my visits home from college. I was more concerned with staying in touch with my friends from college that I wasn't seeing 24/7. I was more interested in who knows what. I did make time to visit with them; but certainly not as much as they wanted, and deserved.
The two people that showed me the most sincere form of unconditional love, I took for granted. I still feel my Grandma's presence, and I know she's with me in spirit. I felt my Grandpa for a while shortly after he died. But, I've not felt him since.
Over the past few weeks, I've felt a strong desire to deepen my connection to my intuition and to my guides. I want to connect with my grandparents to let them know how much I love and appreciate them. Perhaps they already know. Btu, they never held back in showing and expressing their love for me, and I want to return that to them. I want to do that in my everyday life.
Thank you, Grandma for your continued communication. I love you.
Your precious, hita.
