It’s the second anniversary of my grandmother’s death and tonight it feels like not even a second has past. My family has slowly pulled itself back together, but this evening I am still overwhelmed by my emotions. I still can’t see past it. I still feel torn apart and alienated.
But, I am also grateful. I am extremely fortunate to have felt the familial connection and love that inspires this heartache and sadness. I am humbled. Without her, I would not be me and in that I take solace. I am made of her. And of my mother. And my father. And my brother, too.
We’re still all together.
Stop. Time. Project. 