Besides the fact that editing is tedious in its own right, my Grandmother's passing has been extremely hard for me. When I'm not writing, I'm trying to wrap my mind around the loss of her. Hell, when I am writing I'm trying to wrap my mind around it.
I can no longer call her up to say hello, and that sucks. I miss her beautiful laughter, watching her wash dishes at the double sink, and listening to her hum church hymns as she moved around the house clapping her hands to the beat.
J.L.
What a wonderful tribute you have given which has added to her homegoing celebration. Wishing you showers of BLESSINGS! Stay strong and reflect on memories.
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Thanks, Renita. Hope all is well your way.
ReplyDeleteThis brought a tear to my eye. I can almost hear her humming those hymns and clapping to the beat. And what a lovely photo. I love those old studio shots with the painted backdrops. Your previous post is beautiful too, about Hattie's message of authenticity. Very sorry for your loss, and I can certainly understand why you're struggling to edit now. Editing is tough at the best of times, never mind the worst. Can you take a break from it and just mourn for a while, or do you have a definite deadline looming?
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