Inspiration After Death

In the last few days, I have lost my grandmother. It was her time and she was ready to go. It was so hard because she was one of the loveliest people you could ever meet. The day she passed, I was at home trying to sleep. I woke up after a few hours of sleep, but couldn't go back. I was about to crack open a book when my dad knocked on my door to give me the news. Immediately I said take me to the hospital. His reaction, "why?". Even after explaining to him that I wanted to be there for my mother he still couldn't understand.

Everyone has their point of view on death, but in mine I believe when someone passes on, you are there for those who are deeply effected. Not to mention, that is what my grandmother would have wanted. If nothing else, she inspires to be there for others, at least others who need it the most.

Although grandma is gone, and she is in a place of no more pain or sorrow, her legacy will always live on in one way or another. She was the kind of person who could inspire a person to be better when they couldn't have done so on their own. Even after death. She was also so happy for me when she heard that I will soon be a published author thanks to a great friend of mine giving me an opportunity. My stories wouldn't be her cup of tea, but she was still so proud of me. Her name will be at the top on my dedication in my first published book.

She continues to inspire me. As she was on her death bed, I couldn't but think about someone else who passed a couple of years ago. This someone made some choices that has deeply hurt the family. And when he moved on, it was like a dark cloud passed over and sunlight returned. Well in my mind, I was thinking what if this was a story? Now I have a supernatural love story in my outlines for future stories, and one with a happy ending.

My grandmother in my opinion, is one of the biggest contributors of good genes in the family when it comes to kindness. For my side of the family, I always looked at her as the heart of the family.

In the inspiration that continues, my grandmother will always encourage me, even though I know she is completely gone from this world. Her ideals, her grace, and her belief in me as a person, and writer.

I told her before I left the ICU room, I would see her later. Though I couldn't keep that promise here on Earth, I will make good on it someday. And until then, carve out some legacy of my own.

In loving memory of Joan (pronounced Jo-Ann) Ford