Monday, December 15, 2008

my grandfather billy

my mother's parents separeted when she was 6 years old, so we grew up with no contact with our grandfather and we knew little of him - until last year when we were contacted by a private detective working for the government and searching (for 20 years!) for billy's descendents. we received a small inheritance and with that money, this past summer, i took time to learn how to spin. (billy was from scotland so i knew he would have approved). in all the information we gathered about him, my brother discovered that he had been buried (at the age of 93) in the graveyard in north toronto that we played in as children. he knew all along where we were... so this past week, while i was in toronto, i went to visit his grave. unfortunately, the night before there had been light snow, so when i got to the veteran's area of the graveyard, and stood where my brother had marked the sight, all i could see were indentations of the flat grave markers. i could not "will" myself to find his grave. i had spun a very small skein to leave with him, so i wound it in a small tree. i'll go back another time, when there is no snow...

4 comments:

Beth at WhorlingTides said...

So very Shawn-like, so perfect, so sweet.

knix said...

Billy's tree it will forever be!!It will be the most wonderful tree next summer, I know it.
Just so perfect Shawn, thanks for sharing that lovely moment.
xo

Gallina said...

Wow, Shawn...what a wonderful story. Thanks for sharing that.

Robyn said...

oh, I got a chill reading that story - it is so moving and beautiful. And the yarn looks lovely in the bare tree with the snow...