I have been fortunate enough to be present with my family during the passing of both of our grandparents.  On Wednesday, February 3, 2010 my Grandma (Punkin) passed away.  Only 48 hours later on Friday, February 5, 2010  my Grandpa, her husband of nearly 73 years, also passed away.  The night before Punkin’s death my Grandpa sat by her bedside and said his goodbye’s.  When she said she was worried he reassured her by saying, “Don’t worry I’ll be right behind you”.  This agreement and their final days together are an amazing testament to the power of the human spirit.  They were instantly connected in High School and now will be together always.

As everyone shared their stories and memories of the grandparents and parents they knew I had the privilege of  watching as tears were transmuted into laughter.  The healing was deepened as we shared Punkin’s journal.  I realized that each of us holds our own view of the past and with it our own light on the relationships we have with one another.  It reminded me that it is fruitless to hold on to the regrets of childhood as none of us can see the picture from all sides.  There is always something larger happening; there is a gift or lesson to be received in every human connection.  My grandparents didn’t have a perfect life or marriage but I get the feeling now that they knew their love was special and their connection precious.
 
 
Remember the old Ro-Sham-Bo game?  Paper covers Rock and wins.  Such a fundamental lesson of how when least expected the mightiest of enemies can fall at the hands of the simplest things.  It is like this, I think, with hardened hearts - who's life's struggles have turned them to stone.  I witnessed it myself just last night as someone I've known to be frozen in a granite fortress of fear fell prey to the crushing blows of authentic, belly wrenching, side-splitting, laughter.  Laughter so sweet and intoxicating it got the whole room giggling until everyone was just about out of breath.  That kind of laughter can heal such a heart, if not completely than at least by blasting a chasm wide enough for the love to flow again from that heart into the world.  Something everyone in the room was better for.  So, when times are darkest, and you feel your own heart turning cold and hard find a way, any way, to laugh and let your own love flow.