My grandfather, Joseph "Yoshka" "Peps" Ijaky, died on Wednesday, January 21, 2009.
I feel like I am losing my balance. I mean I am still the same person as I was before I heard the news. Yet, parts of me feels lost and confused. Feeling things and energies that are all too much for me to process and understand right meow. Wanting to hide or run away. Closing up again. Not willing to share. Going deep within to get control of the tears. At other times, to summon them up.
Our last conversation was awful. He yelled and screamed and told me he was ready to die and that he didn't need anybody. In fact, he was really angry the last couple of times I talked to him.
My auntie put it this way:
"My father died yesterday, in Toronto.
He was 88 years old, had one kidney left..
half a heart...no eyesight & no teeth...
He died alone in his apartment,
bruised from his last fall....
Cursing at the doctor,
refusing to be taken to the hospital....
Still spitting venom all over the place....
He had managed to push everybody away...
alienate his last friends...
swearing at all of us till the last day...."
I did not know this man well. My mother's father, my grandfather, would flit in and out of my life when I was younger - always larger than life - coming back from trips to Europe and South America - an accomplished pianist, an artist, a chef. Smoking his cigarettes and always wearing a foulard (scarf) around his neck -he was more a movie star then a grandfather.
In 2000, I surprised myself and him. Wanting to get to know the members of my family better, I booked a ticket to Toronto and went to visit him for Father's Day weekend. We went out for long walks, movies, and out to dinner. We sat at the corner coffeehouse as he propounded his theories of life and what he wanted me to know. He prepared gourmet dishes in his tiny kitchen and shared his books and paintings. I was having an adult relationship with a man I was related to but barely knew. And while we did not see eye to eye about a lot of things, he was still my grandfather.
My parents left for Toronto Wednesday night. To take care of my grandfather's remains. To create some closure. To have some peace. I helped them get ready and packed and drove them to the airport. It was important for me to just BE here for my Mom.
It struck me as funny that this week I had originally planned to be in Tennesse with Goddess Bliss and her family - a 40th birthday get-away gift. And no matter what I did, the Universe conspired from me buying those tickets. Until they were no longer available.
I started having those guilt feelings come up for my last conversation with Yoshka until WSM Noah reminded me that he was at peace now. His soul had freed itself from the body that was no longer working. His energy was now soaring in the Universe. I put my hands on my heart and took some deep breaths. I felt WSM Noah's words to be true. I sent him blessings of love on his new journey. My email immediately dinged - on my Etsy site, one of his Goddess cards was purchased. The chimes outside my window ring.
Thank you for your message Peps. I love you too Yoshka. Pusi, Pusi!!!
Wishing you,
Peace & Love, Just Because,
GoddessDiana