An Unforgettable Memorial Day

Author Genesis FireMoon

 First, I must explain the dynamics of my relationship with my grandparents. My grandparents are strong Baptist Christian's, being close to them naturally I attended church with them on many occasions. My Grandfather, a very respected spiritual man, saved me according to the dictation of the Bible.

I sheltered my Grandmother and Grandfather from ever truly knowing me. I had this fear within myself that if they knew what I truly believed spiritually and about the after life that it would be seen as a "flaw" within myself. I have written a million letters to my Grandmother to try to explain to her reincarnation... really... I have, I just never got around to sending them because I didn't want to give the poor woman a heart attack. I am truly the apple of my Grandmother's eye... and well when your Grandma's Girl the whole "you can do no wrong" can only go so far.

As I sat there with my Grandmother watching television on Memorial Day... words passed through my Grandmother's mouth that I thought would never be spoken. Very calmly she asked me, "Well it might not be any of my business and if it isn't you can tell Grandma, I just wanted to know if you were still into the Witch stuff."

An intense warmth arose inside my chest and I just opened my mouth and the words came out blunt and abrupt, "I'm a Pagan, Grandma"

Even though tears welled up in her eyes, she continued to ask questions. It was a moment that was completely unexpected... well over due... but unexpected. My dear Grandmother, whom I feared would think poorly of me, actually reacted quite differently that I had ever imagined her being when I would think it over in my head. She was cool, calm, collected, yes emotional but also concerned because she doesn't have knowledge about alot of different religions or spiritualities.

I was able to share things with her that I had wanted to share with her for along time. My Grandma is stubborn and extremely well educated when it comes to the Baptist church teachings. She's one tough cookie to debate, I was proud that I was able to handle the questions she was throwing at me, she was the last person that I wanted to look like a dumbass in front of. Regardless I am still Grandma's Girl, still the apple of her eye, though she did tell me she was going to pray that a good Christian boy would come into my life and save me again. I told her... to each their own.