I was kind of in my feelings yesterday on top of being exhausted. Seems like every year I set aside 3 days to remember my grandfather (on social media) 1. His birthday (4/8) 2. His death 3. His funeral
I decided not to post anything for his birthday because our memories of him shouldn’t be divided between these 3 days. He was more than the sum of these parts. He was an amazing person and I feel everyone in their lifetime should know or at least meet an Isaac Jones Sr. in their lifetime. He was like homemade chicken noodle soup on a stormy day. His laughter and smile filled our lives with light. He had a quiet strength and in his presence, I always felt spiritually, physically and emotionally safe. He knew how to speak to my inner child and the woman inside of me who hides herself on a daily basis. He saw me in my truest form and never thought twice about loving or believing in me. My grandfather was magic in a world that convinced me there was none. And part of me thought I would be able to keep him forever. But all candles burn out at some point.
When he transitioned we witnessed the beauty of a supernova exploding into a beautiful light, leaving behind pieces of itself within us so he’ll never be forgotten. I will do my best to let to let his love shine through me so anyone who meets me will know what it feels like to have magic in a world that has convinced us there is none.
Happy Birthday, Papa.
In Remembrance I was kind of in my feelings yesterday on top of being exhausted. Seems like every year I set aside 3 days to remember my grandfather (on social media)