hello, i was wondering if you have that writing on grief that your grandma shared with you, and if you'd be willing to share it?
hello! that post referred to a series of emails she wrote after my grandfather died; i still have them, but they are for the most part very personal. one thought that stuck with me (and that i hope she wouldn’t mind me sharing) concerned her renewed friendship with a man who was restoring a sunken sailboat. she said “His kind words often make me feel like I also am being restored. It’s as though I’m being sanded and damaged parts of me are being replaced. Maybe I, too, will be launched out upon the waters to be sailed again.” as a child it was easier for me to understand grief as a shipwreck; restoration is possible, with time and love, but parts of the ship will be changed. there is no certainty that it will sail again, nor is certainty needed; the purpose of the restoration is simply to make the ship more whole, and it is as whole in its harbor as at sea.