The flags are flying in the breeze
The crowds are gathering ‘round
I just want to be alone, please!
As they put you in the ground.
©17 April 2018 Suzanne Gunter McClendon
Just seconds ago, I was reading a poem I’d recently written about my grandmother.
I’m sorry for your loss. Grandmothers are something extra special.
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I am so sorry for the loss of your grandmother, too. Though it has been 25 years since my grandma died, I still can’t think of her without crying.
Yes, grandmas are definitely extra special. Loving grandmas are such a special blessing.
Have a blessed evening.
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Do you have your poem posted on your blog? I would love to read it.
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I do not. I’m deciding what to do with it. I think I might submit it to a literary magazine, but I was reviewing it because there’s an open mic here next week, and I was thinking about reading it. I have to debate whether I can get through it without crying in front of a bunch of strangers though.
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I understand that completely. You’re a stronger woman than me to even consider it. I know I wouldn’t get through it without crying. Best wishes to you with it, whatever you decide to do. Please let me know if it gets published and how open mic goes if you do decide to present it there.
Have a blessed night.
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It’s interesting, my maternal grandmother, who was the only grandparent I ever knew, died about 27 years ago. I don’t necessarily have the same feeling of loss about it as you do, but I had a conversation with a co-worker today about her life and her stories, and that I have lost more of those than I have retained and that I want to write a story based on what I remember. Grandmothers. There’s something there, isn’t there?
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I am sorry for your loss, too. It is sad when we can’t remember their stories any longer. I am in the same boat as you there. I hope that you will write what you remember from your grandma’s stories. I know it will be an interesting story overall.
Yes, there is something there. Their stories are our stories, too. We are who we are because they were who they were. We owe it to them -and to our children- to pass down what we can remember. As long as we remember them (our grandmothers), their stories can continue to live indefinitely.
I was blessed to live in the same county with all four of my grandparents, in the same town with my maternal grandparents. I saw them often. I never imagined a life without them. The first, my paternal grandpa, passed away in 29 April 1980. I was almost 15. The last, my paternal granny, died 25 March 2010. I know many don’t have the privilege of growing up with such easy access to their grandparents and I count myself as very lucky.
Sorry to ramble on. Grandparents are just an emotional topic for me. They were such a big part of my life. Best wishes to you as you carry your grandma’s story forward. Have a blessed night.
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This is all why I would love to come up with a way to write a story about my grandmother. Thank you.
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I think it will be a wonderful story once you do come up with the way to do it. That is something I struggle with, too. I bet it would make her happy to be remembered in such a way. You’re welcome. Have a blessed evening.
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I miss both of mine too. What a lovely tribute.
Have a blessed day. ♥
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Thank you. ♥
Have a blessed evening.
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