Happy Birthday, Grandma
So today is my grandmother’s birthday. She’s been dead nearly a year now. I honored her memory by writing about her (at least a veiled version of her) in a novel I’m writing for National Novel Writing Month. At one point, I was taken directly back to when I was a child and that’s when my writing went to deep place. I could feel her with me. She sat on my shoulder.
I love you, Grandma. Happy Birthday…
Namate… MS
I’m glad you felt her presence. I’m sure she is rooting for you and your novel from her happy place.
tbkent
November 29, 2008 at 6:36 pm
Hey Mike: Your sentiment about how you felt on your Grandmother’s birthday hit a chord with me. We placed my Father’s ashes in the ground two days before his birthday (so the out of town sibs could come). It was 7 months after his death. On his birthday I went to the cemetary and stood there in the dark, in the rain and talked to him. I felt my Father with me just as you felt your Grandma with you. Instead of writing when I got home I just went to bed and cried and cried. PS: I hope the novel is coming along.
cschaefer
December 1, 2008 at 1:44 pm