It’s been a couple of days since my Grandpa passed away. My grandma can’t drive so I’m staying over and driving her around to get groceries, fix things up at the bank and making sure that she has company. You would think that after you lose someone that you have loved for nearly 50 years, you would be totally dysfunctional. She was for about a day. Totally inconsolable, couldn’t sleep, didn’t want to eat and didn’t want to leave the house. The next morning she woke up a completely different woman. I was still very much a mess- thinking about all the times I should have visited Grandpa and how the heck am I going to look after Grandma. She always jokes that she was the one that was actually looking after me.

It was a very weird experience. None of the food I ate had any flavor, every song reminded me of Grandpa and the days were just devoid of joy. Grandma wouldn’t let me stop to think about it though. We were up early to do some gardening, breakfast, then going for a swim. Back for lunch, then to the markets, and then to the bank or whoever she wanted to visit for the day. We were constantly on the move, despite my constant whinging, we had things to do and people to see.

She taught me that you can’t think yourself out of life’s problems. You have to move.

The heart and head will follow the feet.

What you do is not as important as whether or not you are doing something. Nothing we were doing would bring Grandpa back, make up for lost time, or amount to much in the future, but for the time being, it was perfect. It was just what we had to do.