It's me! Born: June 9, 1972
Location: Kansas City, MO USA

Follower of Jesus. Husband of Julianna. Father of Josiah. Musician, artist, filmmaker, reader, writer, thinker.

Other places you can find me:

KC Samoffs
MySpace (personal)
Flickr (personal)
Flickr (Josiah)
YouTube (films and animations)
DoodleBug (drawings)
A Different Kind of Cop (my long-running electronic music project)
A Different Kind of Cop (MySpace)

Tim and His Guitar (listen to some of my singer/songwriter music)

February 13, 2006 at 10:57 am

Grandma Samoff, one year later...

It has almost been one year since my Grandmother Samoff’s death. I’m not good with dates like this, so it took an emotional essay that my dad wrote and sent to a few of us to get me to remember. It’s not that I don’t miss my grandma — I do. It’s just that some dates don’t readily stick with me (ask my wife). It’s something I’m trying to change.

I’m not going to copy my dad’s entire essay here, but I thought this section was something extremely thought-provoking:

I have a practice of having devotions when I get up in the morning. I read my Bible, I pray regarding things of concern and for people on a prayer list, I also write in a note book, thoughts, poems, and short (and personal) essays. One morning I did something that moved me to my bones; I can not express thoroughly or clearly the emotions of this particular morning and the finality that took place deep in my heart and mind.
Let me try to express what took place that morning in this way, the title of that morning’s short essay was, “The day I took my mother off my prayer list”. That morning, about week after Mom“s funeral, I picked up that day“s prayer list and looked at my family member“s names and saw the word “Mom”, in that moment of the silence during my morning devotions, I reach over and picked up, off my desk, a “Liquid Paper DryLine Grip” and said with a deep sigh “good bye Mom I love you” and stroked her off my prayer list. I think it was at that moment it actually hit me that Mom was gone.

It brought a tear to my eye last night as I read it and it has done so again right now. Sometimes it take another’s emotions to realize your own. As I sit and read the other things my dad wrote, I have an understanding of how the world is not so bright after certain people leave it. My grandmother was an amazing person and I hope my memories will last long enough to tell my son about her.