{"id":175,"date":"2007-09-03T02:36:19","date_gmt":"2007-09-03T09:36:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts-wp\/?p=175"},"modified":"2011-09-08T11:47:01","modified_gmt":"2011-09-08T18:47:01","slug":"one-deep-breath-grandparents","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/2007\/09\/one-deep-breath-grandparents\/","title":{"rendered":"one deep breath: grandparents"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One of the things I failed to touch on in my <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/2007\/08\/leaving-oregon\/\">earlier post<\/a> about my last couple weeks in Oregon, is perhaps one of the most important things I did while I was home in Eugene for the two and a half weeks.&nbsp; Because all of the grandchildren were going to be in town, we were going to inter my grandmothers ashes.&nbsp; My grandfather had wanted to wait for a time when we could all easily be there.&nbsp; My sister, who lives in NYC, had flown back just a couple days before my grandmother passed.&nbsp; Because my grandmother did not want a funeral, there was no rush to bury her ashes.<\/p>\n<p>The whole family drove up to the small cemetery where her ashes would rest.&nbsp; They would be put directly into the ground next to her parents.&nbsp; My uncle dug a small hole and my grandfather opened the box her ashes were in and poured them directly into the ground.&nbsp; What remained of my grandmother would at least feel the earth around her as she wanted.&nbsp; Yet <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/2006\/11\/one-deep-breath-legacy\/\">again<\/a>, however, I learned about love from the eyes of my grandfather.&nbsp; This haiku is for him.<\/p>\n<p><i>for grandpa<\/p>\n<p><\/i>her ashes covered<br \/>within the dirt.&nbsp; his tears truth.<br \/>their love still evolves.<\/p>\n<p>past breaths for my grandparents:<br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/2006\/11\/one-deep-breath-legacy\/\">odb: legacy<\/a>, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/2006\/12\/one-deep-breath-storms\/\">odb: storms<\/a>, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/2007\/01\/one-deep-breath-a-new-year\/\">odb: a new year<\/a>, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/2007\/02\/one-deep-breath-rootsconnection\/\">odb: roots<\/a><\/p>\n<p>more breaths from the poets at <a href=\"http:\/\/onebreathpoetry.blogspot.com\/2007\/09\/grandparents-poetry.html\">one deep breath<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One of the things I failed to touch on in my earlier post about my last couple weeks in Oregon, is perhaps one of the most important things I did while I was home in Eugene for the two and a half weeks.&nbsp; Because all of the grandchildren were going to be in town, we &hellip; <\/p>\n<p><a class=\"more-link btn\" href=\"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/2007\/09\/one-deep-breath-grandparents\/\">Continue reading<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1327,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,6],"tags":[157,84,532,311],"class_list":["post-175","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life-or-something-like-it","category-poetry","tag-grandparents","tag-haiku","tag-life-or-something-like-it","tag-one-deep-breath","item-wrap"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/upload\/\/app_1_220086724709892_1567717122.gif","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/175","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=175"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/175\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":929,"href":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/175\/revisions\/929"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1327"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=175"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=175"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=175"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}