Its the simple times that you spend with people that make everthing else ok. Its not like I ever expect all this from you. Its not like i wouldent live if you were gone tomorrow. But at that moment you saved me. You talked to me about things that made the world seem safe again. How did you do it?
Sometimes it just takes a stranger. To quitely remind you that people love you. I forget that a lot. Maybe the world is not any less complex, and maybe my pain is not any less. But if i can know that at that time you cared then i can try to move on. I will know that someone in my future may care just as much as you did.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Its the simple times
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Stef, I really like your Blog. I was so close to my Grandma. She passed when I was about 15 (Now I am 44)but it doesn't seem that long ago. I just remember her unconditional love for me - I could get away with anything :-) Now my mom has AD and I am saddened to think that my children , ages 2 1/2 and 4 1/2 will not have memories of their Grandma. I am trying to make them. She is now living with us.
Stef, live your life - you can honor her in that way - spend as much time as you can with her but enjoy school, your friends, boys... Your Nonna would want that for you. You are a sweet and kind woman, I beleive your Nonna would be so proud of you :-)
Ruth
thanks so much ruth, its really nice to hear sometimes...
Hi Stef,
I found your blog from the boards.
I am well past 19 but am also a granddaughter coping with watching my grandmother slowly slip away with dementia - it is hard being a grand daughter trying to figure out what your role is in all of this; wanting to help care for grandma; trying to support our mothers and still "create my own life" .....
No matter how good our brothers and fathers are sometimes they just don't "feel" things the same way as we do...... It does not mean they don't care... It is shown in a differnt way....
But it is very important for you to keep involved with your friends and continue to do the things you love...
I know that is what my grandmother wants for me; as much as she enjoys my visits she also is proud of the things I do; the places I have been; the projects I have been apart of; and I am a quilter want-a-be and she enjoys seeing what I am making and telling me if she likes or don't like them...
Enjoy and find meaning in your photography.... and tell her about what you are leaning.. and take copies of your prints... it does not matter what stage she is in; she will deep inside of her will be thrilled.
How about taking some special pictures for her (not of her) and putting them in her room...
And when you take your pictures for class, think of her, and think what flowers she would like or think what they would look like from her perspective; use your lens and filters to crate the mood.....
Hang in there.... the wheel will stop spinning for short periods of time to re-energize... and talk to your friends..... I bet they miss you; and becuase they are young to; they don't know how to reach out; I know I did not when a friend of mine in her 20's were dealing with issues conerning her mother's health; I always wish she could have expressed what she needed or just talked, I would have listened but did not know how.....
Sleep well.....
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