Well… I said goodbye to my grandfather.
But he wasn’t himself anymore. That embalmed yellowish corpse wasn’t my grandfather. We had a memorial service with all the religious traditions, as per his wishes, and we read the Book of Psalms over him. Well, mostly two of his friends took turns reading.
I read a psalm myself too. I felt that I had to do it. It was in Church Slavonic (the religious language in Russian Orthodox Christianity), and I stumbled and sobbed a lot… but I hope my prayer reached him. I was the only family member who was able to read the psalms over him. Others were too devastated, unfortunately.
Then, when we left the church, a ladybug first landed on my mother’s shirt. Then it landed on mine, crawled onto my hand and flew away. Maybe it was a sign. I hope it was his final goodbye to us. Monday is the burial and a memorial dinner with traditional meals and a few of his favorite foods. I hope I don’t weep too much this time…
















