I’ve written about my Granny often. She was a very important part of my life while I was growing up. I feel stronger knowing that she is where I come from.
I had a chance to visit her grave while I was home. It is the first time I have been back to the cemetery since she passed 4yrs ago.
When I saw her headstone I was overwhelmed and so sad. I wasn’t sad when she died, her body had broken down from years of working in someone else’s kitchen. She was tired and weary. I didn’t want her to suffer. When she finally let go I was happy for her, I knew she was where she wanted to be.
But standing at her grave, while my sister was laying her grandmother to rest just yards away was painful. More painful then I thought it would be. All I could do was hug that piece of stone and remember she didn’t have to suffer any more.
When the headstone was being place, my Auntie G asked if we wanted to put something on the back of the stone. This is what marks my Granny place of peace.
These are MY words, mine and mine alone. I wrote this because in those moments of missing my Granny I always tried to remember what she had tried to teach us all of our lives.
I love and miss her, but I am who I am because of her.