Back Then

Back Then

Remembering back when I was eleven, twelve years old I was just a young smart, shy, innocent girl. My favorite thing to do besides writing yes been writing for years was to be around my grandma. She always made me happy no matter what. At that age I was always talking to her on the phone and wanted to go anywhere she went and would be so excited when I got to spend time with her. I also at that time wanted to live with her. We had a special bond. She used to write too and sometimes she would read her poetry to me. I would smile big and was ready to listen (oh I miss it). My grandma taught me so much, to cook and to always be respectful and responsible. She was my everything, she has been gone for about 20 years and I still miss her and think about her a lot. Even though it has been this long I do not think that I have ever gotten over losing my grandma. Just thinking about her when I woke up this morning made me want to write about it, my heart is heavy, but I know I will get through it. Just want to vent and talk about back then before I turned into a different person. She passed when I was thirteen years old it broke my heart; it broke my world. My grandma and mom are on my mind today. Whew okay had to let that out, on my venting and thinking ish today.

Hope you all have a good one!

Blessings and Love!

Thank you for reading.

2 thoughts on “Back Then

  1. That is a very sweet story. I bet your grandma enjoyed very much her time with you, too. I know if I knew a child eager to spend time with me, I would feel so blessed!

    By heart broke when I was nine. I took to writing much more after that. And reading, also. Now I wish so much someone had rescued me from that! But what is done is done.

    Now I tend to think of relationships more on a spiritual level. Two people meet and “click.” They might be the same age (like the girlfriend I lost when I was young) or they might be very different ages (like the young woman I met who had to move away because she lost her job.)

    The strongest beings can find (or create) close friends rather easily. But most of us struggle with this, especially if we see the world a little different than most people. That is one reason I value visiting with other people who like to write. It fills a little bit of the hole left by the loss of someone who seemed to be such a perfect friend!


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