I'm still processing the grief. Lost my grandfather (or the closest thing to a grandfather I had, her husband, who I'd known since birth) just a few weeks ago and my grandmother died last night.
I had the incredible experience of growing up with great-grandmothers and grandmothers on both my maternal and paternal sides, and I had them for nearly all of my childhood.
It's hard to quantify the loss. I was just learning more about her as an adult, since she was down in Alabama I only got to see her once a year or so. She faced the absolute brutality of the apartheid South her entire life, and particularly as a young mother. The last time I saw her was at my law school graduation, spent some days and got to talk to her more than I'd ever gotten to before.
This shyt is tough.
I had the incredible experience of growing up with great-grandmothers and grandmothers on both my maternal and paternal sides, and I had them for nearly all of my childhood.
It's hard to quantify the loss. I was just learning more about her as an adult, since she was down in Alabama I only got to see her once a year or so. She faced the absolute brutality of the apartheid South her entire life, and particularly as a young mother. The last time I saw her was at my law school graduation, spent some days and got to talk to her more than I'd ever gotten to before.
This shyt is tough.

