{"id":14873,"date":"2022-03-09T12:09:17","date_gmt":"2022-03-09T18:09:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=14873"},"modified":"2022-03-09T12:09:20","modified_gmt":"2022-03-09T18:09:20","slug":"two-years-of-grief-and-what-to-show-for-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2022\/03\/09\/two-years-of-grief-and-what-to-show-for-it\/","title":{"rendered":"two years of grief&#8230; and what to show for it?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><span style=\"color: #5ee065;\">hey, blog. this week&#8217;s blog is extra special because this week is extra special for me. saturday marks my grandmother&#8217;s birthday&#8230; and a week later, march 19th, will mark the two year anniversary of her passing. for these reasons, spring is an incredibly bittersweet season for me. it&#8217;s unfathomable that i&#8217;ve spent two years on this earth without her. there is an irreparable hole in my heart that will remain until i see her again. but i also know that she would want me to rejoice in her memory during these times. my granny was never one to be fussed over. i know that if she were here with me now, she would say, &#8220;don&#8217;t be sad over me, bud. i ain&#8217;t studying that. you just worry about school, keepin&#8217; your mama and daddy straight, and making sure your aunts don&#8217;t drive each other crazy.&#8221; she&#8217;d smile and take a swig from her styrofoam cup, and i&#8217;d be right at home again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #5ee065;\">i apologize if this blog is a little all over the place, but this isn&#8217;t something that i talk about much. i&#8217;m not exactly known for the ease with which i express my feelings. but as i look around and see the seasons changing, i can&#8217;t help but think about the seasons of my life and the person who won&#8217;t be there to see me through them. my granny loved springtime. she loved the sun and the butterflies, and most of all, she loved fishing. she&#8217;d wear her monogrammed t-shirts and birkenstocks and go to the river every weekend. if the red clover was out, that meant the brim were biting, and she would get a twinkle in her eye. &#8220;don&#8217;t you wanna go with us, emmy-lou? bernie&#8217;ll fix us a steak and you can go tubin&#8217;!&#8221; she&#8217;d tell me. i&#8217;d give anything to go back in time and spend another weekend in that rickety shack on the tombigbee. with her. to see her smile, hear her laugh, smell her perfume. a simple blog post isn&#8217;t even enough to honor her, who she was and what she meant to me.nothing could ever be enough, but i&#8217;ll spend the whole rest of my life working to honor her memory the best i can.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #5ee065;\">i love you, G. happy birthday.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>hey, blog. this week&#8217;s blog is extra special because this week is extra special for me. saturday marks my grandmother&#8217;s birthday&#8230; and a week later, march 19th, will mark the two year anniversary of her passing. for these reasons, spring is an incredibly bittersweet season for me. it&#8217;s unfathomable that i&#8217;ve spent two years on &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2022\/03\/09\/two-years-of-grief-and-what-to-show-for-it\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;two years of grief&#8230; and what to show for it?&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":71,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14873"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/71"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14873"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14873\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14898,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14873\/revisions\/14898"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14873"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14873"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14873"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}