In defiance of (or alignment?) with Twitter’s character limitation, I wrote a long chain about my grandmother, who died early in the morning a week and a half ago.<\/p>\n
Something about a Twitter chain\u00a0feels poetic, with the need for each line (or tweet) to hold its own but feed into the next. It made me want to post it here as well with a couple of additions, where the whole thing can work together outside of Twitter’s sometimes frustrating interface for reading reply chains\u00a0(and maybe a little editing to work better in this new context).<\/p>\n
Grandma Herself<\/strong><\/p>\n So\u2026 my grandmother died last Wednesday. Jessica\u00a0and I have no remaining grandparents alive. She felt like a stereotypical grandma in many ways, giving big smooches on cheeks But the thing I want to remember, About eight years ago, Jessica and I chatted with her about how they were going, and Childhood memories are spotty, and I only knew her for less than half her life, I\u2019m happy to say I saw more of her this weekend. This weekend, we heard anecdotes & stories about her I\u2019d never heard before, I love what I saw then and I love this memory.<\/p>\n I will always love it.<\/p>\n We need to see more of the people around us\u2014friends, family, strangers. if we saw the real them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In defiance of (or alignment?) with Twitter’s character limitation, I wrote a long chain about my grandmother, who died early in the morning a week and a half ago. Something about a Twitter chain\u00a0feels poetic, with the need for each line (or tweet) to hold its own but feed into the next. It made me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,42],"tags":[69,68,70],"class_list":{"0":"post-128","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-musings","7":"category-slice-of-bfss-life","8":"tag-grandparents","9":"tag-memory","10":"tag-photography","11":"czr-hentry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gilbertredman.com\/bigfrickingswede\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gilbertredman.com\/bigfrickingswede\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gilbertredman.com\/bigfrickingswede\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gilbertredman.com\/bigfrickingswede\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gilbertredman.com\/bigfrickingswede\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=128"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/gilbertredman.com\/bigfrickingswede\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":137,"href":"https:\/\/gilbertredman.com\/bigfrickingswede\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128\/revisions\/137"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gilbertredman.com\/bigfrickingswede\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=128"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gilbertredman.com\/bigfrickingswede\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=128"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gilbertredman.com\/bigfrickingswede\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=128"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nBut there’s more I\u00a0wanted to share about my grandma than that frustrating bummer of a fact.<\/p>\n
\n(and occasionally pinching them),
\nand she made good food (I still use her pancake, lasagna, & spaghetti recipes).<\/p>\n
\nthe thing I wanted to share,
\nIs her taking painting classes.<\/p>\n
\nshe was so vibrant talking about them,
\nso awake and alive,
\nand she joked about her differences of opinion from her instructor.
\nshe had certain ideas about what she wanted to do, and she was quite firm about them:
\nshe wasn\u2019t backing down!
\nIt\u2019s the most her I ever remember her being. Her her. Not my stereotypical image of a grandma, but herself,
\nthrough and through.<\/p>\n
\nbut I\u2019m certain of it.<\/p>\n
\nOne universal good thing about all grandparent funerals I have witnessed:
\nlearning more about them.<\/p>\n
\nSaw pictures I\u2019d never seen before of her as a child, a teen, and in her twenties.
\nIt was the her we saw when we talked to her about her painting.<\/p>\n
\nGo out and create something, everyone. Connect with others. I\u2019m so glad my grandmother did.
\nMy only wish is that I had shared more moments with her.
\nBut I think we would think that about\u00a0most people,<\/p>\n