The Birds Sing

October 7th

Ivy climbing up a tree

A week ago, my grandmother’s husband and sweetheart of more than 25 years died unexpectedly. Leonard was a carpenter. He was also a southerner, a pipe smoker, a father, grandfather, sibling and former preacher. He fell in love with my grandmother like a teenage boy, even though he was well into his 50s when she knocked his world off kilter.

He loved her. Loved her, loved her.

I remember one of their first Christmas’ together, he surprised her with a Gucci watch she’d long wanted. We were all there when she opened the gift, quickly attaching the gold G around her wrist and beaming with pride. He’d purchased exactly what she wanted. It was the rare moment of emotion from my British granny — one etched on my teenage brain.

Looking back on that holiday, I can only imagine how annoying and complicated it was for this man to go to a department store to buy that silly watch. Leonard, or “Wenard” as my brother and I lovingly referred to him, was anything but fancy. His daily uniform was worn blue jeans, a white, front pocket Hanes t-shirt and a wide smile. He had a dusty workshop at their house, where he would escape for hours. (That shop produced my beloved hope chest, and our family dinner table, among other cherished gems.)  He loved both gardening and dogs. And he could talk about the Bible like he’d written it himself.

One summer day, my brother and I were at their house, nestled between a few remaining farms and encroaching stucco suburbia. He had just planted a sapling in the front yard, and asked us to help him with some yard work. He warned us to watch for that new baby tree as we mowed the yard.

Of course, perhaps foretelling my future driving abilities, I ran right over the sapling on accident. My brother and I both felt miserable. Wenard was nothing but sweet to us, and here I had done the one thing he’d asked me not to because I simply wasn’t paying attention. By grace or luck, the tree survived. During the next two decades, Wenard would point at the tree and laugh.

“Remember that day you mowed right over her?” He would smile and we would chuckle.

Wenard should have known better than to buy my first car. Charlotte the AMC Hornet was shiny and old and in the driveway on my 16th birthday, because he and my gram wanted me to have a car.

Last week, I drove quickly to that same house to find my grandmother, after hearing the Wenard had died of a heart attack. (Thankfully, it happened when he was doing carpentry outside of their home. My gram, who doesn’t think as clearly today as she once did, got the news from two police officers.) In shock, I drove from work, unsure of what to expect.

Painfully, it was my first visit to their home since returning to Arizona several months ago. I hadn’t seen Wenard in months. Powerful, ugly guilt made it suddenly hard to swallow. I thought of all the things I’d done instead of making that drive to spend time with them. Hiking. Movies. Dinner with friends. Sleeping in. There were too many excuses. Tears of shame fell as I drove. I cried for how sorry I was I hadn’t had one last Wenard hug, those always tinged with the scent of Old Spice and pipe smoke. I prayed for him to forgive me.

When I arrived at the house, I walked to the front door, passing the little tree that could. Today, it stands 20 feet tall, and that morning with my cheeks still wet, it was full of birds. There wasn’t another bird in another tree for a hundred miles. Wendard’s tree had them all. And they were singing.

That tree was more alive than I’d ever seen it, and in that moment full of grace and forgiveness that felt like a cool breeze, I knew.

He was okay.

He understood why I hadn’t visited.

Now, we had to care for my grandmother.

As he’d always promised her, he’d done his very best until his very last day.

We will miss you, Wenard. You were a great man, and your kindness will long live on. I love you very much. Thank you for being a wonderful grandfather!

~K

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21 Responses

  1. Kim Campbell October 7, 2013

    I am so sorry, Kelli. What a wonderful tribute. The tears are pouring.

  2. What a wonderful and loving tribute! Tears are running down my face as a result of reading this. I wish I’d met him.

  3. Beautifully written! Sorry for your loss!

  4. OH my friend – such a beautiful beautiful tribute. He was blessed to have been so loved by you all during his life here on earth. I love you!

  5. I’m so sorry for your loss Kelli. This is a beautiful tribute to a beloved grandfather.

  6. We all loved him and will miss him greatly. By the way, you made me cry.
    Love you,
    Dad

  7. Through many tears I type this to you. I am so incredibly sorry for your loss…Wenard sounds like an incredible and loving man. Cherish those memories as he cherished you and your Grandma. Sending big hugs and much love.

  8. This was truly beautiful. I lost my grandfather in July, so I understand both the pain and the peace you are feeling. Hugs and blessings to you as you care for your grandma.

  9. So sorry Kelli. I know that pain….

  10. Oh man I’m bawling like a baby. ((Hugs))

  11. What a beautiful,loving post, my friend. Thinking of you–

  12. That’s lovely, Kelli. So sorry for your loss.

  13. Kelli…what a beautiful tribute. I am thinking of you and your family and wishing we could help in some way. Know our hearts are with all of you, and hope the next few days, weeks will bring peace and comfort to all of you as you take care of your grandmother and each other!!!
    Much love,
    Karen

  14. Well done, friend. Wenard would be proud. How wonderful to have such good memories to comfort you. Prayers for you and yours.

  15. Thinking of you, Kelli! Sweet story, nice memories!

  16. The biggest hug and even more bird song, my friend.

  17. Love and Light to you and your family for the highest good of all concerned.

  18. Jason N October 8, 2013

    Good people are rare. Life with this person was very special it sounds like gave you standards. I am very sorry about this event.

  19. I am not even going to pretend like that didn’t make me weep. What a beautiful post. Sending my love!

  20. Maybe I should cry too, instead a little smile is on my lips and I guess (from what you wrote about him)your Wenard would have liked it……..I’m sure he will take care of all you from up above as well….

  21. Kelli, I am so very sorry for your loss. Tears are falling down my face as I write this. Deepest condolences, love, and light are being sent your way.

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