Now that I’m here, walking his land and sitting on his furniture and wearing his old work shirt, I can say it for real. My grandfather died. He was gone hours before we arrived to North Carolina, which I found both sad and relieving. During his last days on this earth, I felt him with me almost constantly. When I jolted awake in the middle of the night, I talked to him. When I watched water warm beneath the sun as it pooled on the beach with the outgoing tide, I thanked him. The last words we exchanged on FaceTime were I love you.
Kenneth Ames Maultsby, Sr. lived a long life and led a long marriage and left behind long lists and legacies and got the exact death he wanted but still, it doesn’t feel real. Or even settled, necessarily. I guess this is how grief works.
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You loved each other well. Even those of us on the internet can tell. ♥️
praying for peace like a river.
I remember a few beautiful posts about him from Instagram and a few past blogs too. What a privilege to know just those bits. Thank you for sharing parts of him with us.
Be thou at peace. I’ve always felt like this was one of those things we had in common as my maternal grandfather was the light of my life in so many ways. What a gift to have grown to know him through Ames’ birth story and baptism and many other glimpses of your journey through life together.
What a great man… I miss him as a neighbor and friend working in the flower bed, in front of my house, we had many good chats over the years,
He was a good egg, through and through!