In Memorial of a Special Woman
15 05 2008I am cross posting this from my blog over at Wildheart’s Works.

I am writing this post for two reasons. One my blogger friend Anthony over at Old School SEO had something to do with it and after 7 years of my grandmother being gone I decided I needed to deal with her death in some way. My choice of dealing with things has always been writing.
My grandmother was my mother. She along with my grandfather gave up their retirement to take care of four kids that suffered early on the signs of attachment issues and early trauma from being neglected, and abandoned. My biological mother was not a mother to us. She neglected us and ended up being the cause behind us being taken away by the state and being put into foster homes. My grandparents fought hard to get us back together because they didn’t want us to go around in the world wondering who our brothers and sisters were. Despite the dysfunctional ways they grew up they had their family throughout their life. As soon as my mom went through all the motions for the court to fake she had changed she ditched us. I was 7 at the time. My grandmother made me who I am today a strong woman who knows how to take care of herself and her son. She made sure that I would not follow the same footsteps that my mom did. She took me aside and showed me how to do everything that involved running a household. By the time I was 15 and forced to leave home I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt I could take care of myself when the time came. Our relationship afterwards was tested due to the fact that my grandfather who molested me held all the emotional cards to keep her from leaving him.
There are so many good memories I have of her and so many memories I have that I know I tried her patience time and time again. I was angry not at her but at the fact I would never get to know my dad and at the fact that I had no idea why my mom didn’t love me enough to want to stick around to be a mom to me. I was angry at being put in foster homes and juggled all over the place. Later I became angry because I was being molested and lived in a town where no one believed me until I did something drastic to get out of the situation. I could never be angry with my grandmother. I loved her too much. It wasn’t until I had been in three abusive relationships that I knew what she suffered being with my grandfather from her perspective.
I did falter in my confidence as a mom when she passed away because I didn’t know what I was going to do without her. Then a voice that was more like a scream than a whisper told me I was going to do what I did every day. Get up and take care of my son. Be the mother she tried to teach my mom to be, but had succeeded in teaching me to be. She gave me all the tools to be a great mother. She is my inspiration for running my blogs and doing what I do on the internet each day. I keep a picture of her handy now to look at when I get to feeling down or depressed. She seems to look at me like “You can do whatever you put your mind to; you are a pretty girl with a great complexion and you’re very smart.”
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