I can’t believe this happened a year ago, because when I look back on the last year of my life, it’s amazing to see how much has happened in that short span of time.
A year ago today, my maternal grandmother (and last living grandparent), Catherine “Kitty” Nesgood, lost her battle with Alzheimer’s Disease at the age of 92. It was a battle that lasted for almost twelve years.
I had hit a low point by the time this had all happened – I had just ended a relationship, and was somewhat aimless and unmotivated. I didn’t realize how therapeutic writing was until I actually decided to try it for this purpose. Two days after she passed away, I sat down and wrote this piece. I actually considered not publishing it, but felt like it would be an injustice not to after looking at all of her pictures. I hemmed and hawed over publishing this, finally doing so after we were home from her funeral.
The response this post got a year ago was actually a bit overwhelming, to say the least. Until then (as continues to be the case today), I’m a niche writer of sorts – my workings are in the past, and I write for a website that deals with the past. What I didn’t realize at the time I wrote this piece was that I was effectively honing my abilities as a nostalgia writer and applying them to my life. I was dealing in the past, as always, when reflecting on a wonderful life. I was getting responses to this from people I didn’t even know – friends of my relatives, people who didn’t even know me, but took a moment to read my tribute to my grandma. It was shared around Facebook by my relatives. A woman I had never met before, a friend of my Aunt Marilyn’s (my grandma’s sister), even mentioned it in the sympathy card she had sent my aunt. We only saw it when my aunt had mailed my mom all of the sympathy cards she received.
I’m still overwhelmed and shocked by the response this post has received. I’m highly critical of my own work, and as I said, was hesitant to publish this last year. I felt nervous about even letting this see the light of day, but I’m now resolved in the fact that people enjoyed hearing the words of a mourning grandchild.
I hope this continues to move people for a long time to come, it really is one of the best pieces I’ve written to date. I’d like to think my unmotivated low inspired me to pour my heart out, and I’m happy about the response, if not slightly shy and intimidated by how many people latched on.
Again, thank you to everyone who has already read it, but if you haven’t, I’d like you to know about my grandma too.