I had a dream about my grandfather last night. In the dream, I was with him in a hospital holding his hand, arguing with a doctor about where he needed to go. When I looked up from my grandfather’s hand, I saw my grandmother standing next to the doctor. She was wearing her standard uniform: an old white tank top, cut off shorts, and sandals; like she had stepped out of my childhood. I started crying in my dream because I knew that I was seeing what my grandfather could see - and what he could see was that she had come for him and he was dying.
This November was the first anniversary of my grandfather’s passing. In taking up the family research again, I’ve been reflecting on all of his contributions. He and my grandmother were such
So now, it’s my responbility to do what I do best and add him in as another chapter in the White family history. If there’s one thing I know for certain it’s that Ivan White had as much of an influence on what was documented as one could have - by giving me everything I asked for and more. My grief may have kept me away from family history for a long time. But my love for my grandfather has brought me back.
You can find the memorial video here.