This week began the segmented essay for English 226 and I had writers block, I just could not think of anything to talk about. So, I just started writing, not knowing where I would go. I started writing about my grandparents and my family working at my grandparents farm. Ended up bringing back memories that really took a toll on me emotionally. Assignment draft finished on time, but I’m still hurting over what I guess I had buried for awhile that being how much I miss my grandmother. She died eight years ago the three days after my Dad passed away. Grief is a funny thing, for I know now that my grief for my Dad, I worked through, but not for my Granny. Next week during Thanksgiving, I plan on visiting her grave and take some flowers. She loved daisies the most. They are a common flower for such a remarkable women, she never had fancy clothes, she sewed her own, nor any jewelry other than a plain wedding band, it wasn’t her style. The family bought her a circlet broach with all the grandchildren's birth stones that she wore on special holidays. She was proud of it not for its monetary value, but because of what it represented, her accomplishment for bringing us, her grandchildren, into the world.
I apologize for being so melancholy, but my grandmother told me many times, when we were alone working together on the farm that I wore my feelings on my sleeve for everyone to see. Thank you, Granny for helping me, be me.