so today’s the 12th anniversary of Granny Junes death. a lot of people i’ve loved, personally and deeply loved, have died. but Granny was—my best friend, my grandmother, a second mother, a third parent. She helped raise me. She took me to movies. I confided in her. As a kid we’d talk on the phone, and we’d argue over who would hang up first. I dont know how to handle how immensely and immediately her diagnosis and death changed my life, how the half of my life post-Grannys-death is so vastly different than the half of my life pre-Grannys-death. I had no idea I would be so gutted, and I had no idea that I would feel the pain as rawly over a decade later as I did the day she died. But basically, I’m never okay on August 12, and the days around it. So. Be gentle to yourselves, be gentle to others; you never know if they are suffering, if they’ve lost something so precious they don’t know how to articulate over a decade ago and they still don’t know what to do with the pain. Or maybe that precious thing—they lost it yesterday, or last week, and they’ve been given this weight that’s so heavy they’re collapsing under the load, and they haven’t learned to live with it yet. Just be gentle. I guess that’s it.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 17:30:24 +0000