When I started blogging way back in 2009 , my only readers were my friends and family. They all showed support by reading and commenting, but one of the biggest fans of my writing was my grandmother, Liliane (Gramma).
Gramma read every blog post and would often forward my posts to my family members. For the posts that were more technical, she would say “I don’t understand the topic, but you write clearly.” For the posts that were more personal, she would say “Are you okay, I’m concerned.” I would always laugh because I would try to convince her that my website was more of a creative writing outlet for my thoughts. I would have to tell her that if something was immediately wrong with me, I would not write it on my website, I would call someone and ask for help.
Unfortunately, on Friday September 25th, I had to say goodbye to Gramma, a long time reader of my writings. It will be weird knowing that I no longer have one guaranteed person who is reading and sharing my work.
If you remember my posts on my mother passing away, you might not know that the number one person that stepped up to fill her role was Gramma. If you remember all my trips to Haiti, you might not know that my travel partner was Gramma.
Though not always stated, my life has been strongly influenced by Gramma. At first, when I heard the news, I felt like giving up. Giving up on school, giving up on my writing, giving up on all my hobbies. But the days leading up to her funeral and eventual burial, made me realize that she never gave up on life, so why should I? In fact, if I gave up, that would go against everything she taught me and she would be disappointed. So this past week, I have been working, writing and dedicating my time to my schoolwork. Even though she is no longer here physically, her spirit, memory, and drive live in me.
A geography PhD student finding peace in creating a balance between the mind, body, soul, & environment.
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