“Life is tough. It takes a lot of your time, all your weekends, and what do you get at the end of it? Death, a great reward. I think that the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. You spend your last nine months floating. And you finish off as a gleam in someone’s eye.” -Norman Glass
Today I’m flying to New Philadelphia, Ohio to celebrate my Grandma Watson’s life. She died on my birthday last Saturday at the age of 91, and in my opinion, she went out with a bang.
When my mother called to wish me a happy birthday, I knew by her voice that something was off. Before I could ask why she sounded so tired, she gave me the news. The only thing unexpected about my grandma’s death was the timing. She had been suffering with progressive, severe dementia and declining health for the past 9 years. None of us could fathom how she held on for so long.
My grandma lived a full life. She was married to my grandpa for 61 years. Together they had 4 children, 9 grandchildren, and 20 great grandchildren. It was almost as if she had waited to pass until her entire tribe was able to fit her funeral into their busy lives. My boys are with their dad this week. My cousins and their children were just about to leave for vacation, but happened to be free this week. And my mother had planned to be in Ohio already for the upcoming Watson family reunion.
Once the news sunk in, I continued about my day with a trip to the beach sprinkled with various text conversations to arrange my travel plans. By the time lunch rolled around, I noticed a Facebook message from one of my favorite astrologers, Mimi Clark. My mother gave me a reading with her for my birthday, which I cashed in on about two weeks ago. I wanted advice on how to proceed with my career and writing. It took us a while to hone in, but by the end of the reading I had some solid material to help me move forward.
Mimi wrote to me on my birthday to let me know about a vision that came to her very early that morning. Her vision involved more solid ideas about my writing and my website. No one knows exactly what time my grandma passed, but the proximity of her passing and Mimi’s vision was not lost on me. That is when the tears finally hit.
Even when my grandma was in the midst of dementia, I could still see her somehow. I felt her confusion as she wrestled with the details of life she could no longer grasp—like the day of the week, which foot to put forward next as she walked down the hall, and my name. I saw her come back to life when she looked at old photographs and identified the people in them with ease and confidence. And now even in her death, I hear her.
I always wanted to have a little girl and make Mae part of her name like my grandma. Instead I was blessed with two beautiful boys. I see no little girls in my future, but a book dedicated to Wilma Mae (Renneckar) Watson…that is something I can do.
by Norman Glass
Life is tough.
It takes a lot of your time,
all your weekends,
and what do you get at the end of it?
Death, a great reward.
I think that the life cycle is all backwards.
You should die first, get it out of the way.
Then you live twenty years in an old-age home.
You are kicked out when you are too young.
You get a gold watch, you go to work.
You work forty years until you’re
young enough to enjoy your retirement.
You go to college,
you party until you’re ready for high school.
You become a little kid, you play,
you have no responsibilities,
you become a little boy or girl,
you go back into the womb,
you spend your last nine months floating.
And you finish off as a gleam in someone’s eye.