Papaw and Mamaw

As those close to me know, I have lost both my paternal grandparents in the last three months. My papaw couldn't live without mamaw by his side. He went to be with her only a few weeks ago. I still can't grasp it, try though I might. I expect to hear something about them everyday. But there is only silence where their stories used to be. I look at the world and I wonder how it can go on after such a thing. The world is a survivor, always moving forward while the rest of us try to catch up to yesterday. I am a private person so forthright discussion of feelings is rare, especially if those feelings are sadness. But sometimes, rarely, I violate my own rules.

I sit here tonight and wonder if the two of them have found one another yet. Are they together finally? Together without disease, worry, or sadness, just joy. Do they sing the songs to each other that they used to sing to us? I remember the melody, the pitch, the words of every song. I miss them.