{"id":2677,"date":"2012-07-27T06:30:10","date_gmt":"2012-07-27T13:30:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.streamdoubletrouble.com\/?p=2677"},"modified":"2022-07-27T21:29:11","modified_gmt":"2022-07-28T04:29:11","slug":"little-talks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/streamoftheconscious.com\/little-talks\/","title":{"rendered":"Little Talks"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Winnie Welker Ahern: July 27, 1925 – Jan. 22, 2012<\/p><\/div>\n

Today is Uncle Paul’s 29th<\/sup> birthday. It should be G.G’87th<\/sup>. I miss her. And I miss our little talks. <\/p>\n

I don’t like walking around this old and empty house
\nSo hold my hand, I’ll walk with you my dear
\nThe stairs creak as I sleep, it’s keeping me awake
\nIt’s the house telling you to close your eyes<\/em><\/p>\n

I remember the excitement of Grandma?s stories from when I was a little girl. She could bring us back to the past, and always make sure to show us the humor of the situation.<\/p>\n

After I grew up and moved away, on any trip up and down our great state, I?d always stop at her house. We?d simply chat. About life. There would be stories of past, present and future. There would be laughter. This month I drove home; I didn?t get to stop and say hello.<\/p>\n

I miss our little talks.<\/a><\/p>\n

Some days I can’t even trust myself
\nIt’s killing me to see you this way
\n‘Cause though the truth may vary
\nThis ship will carry
\nOur bodies safe to shore<\/em><\/p>\n

I understand the circle of life. I just don?t like it. And I?m still angry she had to suffer.<\/a><\/p>\n

She was remarkably healthy throughout her life — seldom ever missing a day at school. The only significant illnesses she encountered were the measles (age 10) and chicken pox (age 12). Both initially contracted by her younger brother John, who was afflicted first, followed by another brother Ray and Grandma Winnie. They convalesced together, as their mother read them stories. \u00a0Until she got sick near the end, she experienced only one trip to the emergency room — to have a piece of steel removed from her eye.<\/p>\n

Mommies aren’t allowed to get sick, she said. Just like great-grandmas aren’t supposed to have brain tumors. But obviously we weren’t calling the shots.<\/p>\n

I miss our little talks.<\/a><\/p>\n

Hey! Hey! Hey!
\nThere’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back
\nWell tell her that I miss our little talks
\nSoon it will be over and buried with our past
\nWe used to play outside when we were young,
\nAnd full of life and full of love<\/em><\/p>\n

She is the reason I tell stories. And I feel that it is now my job to keep her memory alive. Hey — I tell the stories of our family now.<\/p>\n

When my grandfather died, the priest presiding over his funeral imparted insight that has stuck with me for the past 16 years. Every person dies three deaths.<\/p>\n

The physical death — when the departed is no longer there to see, hear and touch. Letting go — when those left behind let go and move ahead. The final death — the saddest — when there is no one left to remember.<\/p>\n

I remember our little talks.<\/p>\n

‘Cause though the truth may vary
\nThis ship will carry
\nOur bodies safe to shore
\nSome days I don’t know if I am wrong or right
\nYour mind is playing tricks on you, my dear<\/em><\/p>\n

She was the matriarch of the family who held the extended relations together. We would chat daily. She was the only Grandma I knew with an online profile. On weekends we?d talk on the phone. Every time I was home, we?d schedule lunch.<\/p>\n

I can?t bring myself to delete her contact information. Part of me still feels that she?ll pop up and ask how my day is going.<\/p>\n

I miss our little talks.<\/a><\/p>\n

‘Cause though the truth may vary
\nThis ship will carry
\nOur bodies safe to shore<\/em><\/p>\n

Some people don?t understand. Why be sad about a grandmother? It?s simply the circle of life. It may not be tragic, but it is sad. Because I?m missing our little talks.<\/p>\n

Hey!
\nDon’t listen to a word I say
\nThe screams all sound the same<\/em>
\nThough the truth may vary
\nThis ship will carry
\nOur bodies safe to shore<\/em><\/p>\n

I miss her. Her daughters miss her. Her brothers miss her. Her friends miss her. The memories make me smile. She lives on in the namesake of her great grandson.<\/p>\n

You’re gone gone gone away
\nI watched you disappear
\nAll that’s left is a ghost of you<\/em><\/p>\n

She always wanted to simply go to sleep and never wake up. Instead, she faded from illness. But she knew she was loved. She knew she was living a legacy. I think that if nothing else, she is the reason I’m a storyteller. And whether that reaches millions or simply my sons, I will keep telling stories — both hers and my own.<\/p>\n

Now we’re torn torn torn apart, there’s nothing we can do
\nJust let me go we’ll meet again soon
\nNow wait wait wait for me
\nPlease hang around
\nI’ll see you when I fall asleep<\/em><\/p>\n

I really do hope there?s a heaven – I know she’s there by the beach, delivered by a fantabulous car. She?s been in my dreams so often; we talk there. Someday we will share stories again.<\/p>\n

Don’t listen to a word I say
\nThe screams all sound the same
\nThough the truth may vary
\nThis ship will carry
\nOur bodies safe to shore<\/em><\/p>\n

Happy birthday Grandma Winnie.<\/p>\n

I love you. I miss you. I tell your stories. I create our own. Will you watch over me?<\/p>\n

I?ll continue our little talks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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