That doesn’t mean that I’ll be posting regularly or even sporadically. But for now I’m back and for now this is what I’ll write.
It is important, I think more than ever, to recognize the contribution my grandmother played in my life. It is more than just genetic. I have my black hair and my skin tone to thank her for but more than that we have a shared history I am only beginning to discover. I know I will never understand every piece of my family history but I’m thankful for what I was taught while she was here.
The old phrase goes that we stand on the shoulders of giants. Simplistic as that may sound I know that if my grandmother hadn’t decided to come to Canada I wouldn’t be here.
However, it is much more than that. She left family and friends behind to face adversity, hardship and suffering. All of this was done in order to give the best the life that she could to my father and her other children. While I will likely never understand that pain or the commitment necessary for it, I will appreciate it.
I’ll take her lessons and everything she taught me and live with it. I’ll learn from it and become better for it. But more importantly I’ll push forward and make something for my own future. It’s what she would have wanted.
I'll leave you with an excerpt of Mary Elizabeth Frye's poem "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep".
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die