These past two weeks have been emotional and physically crazy. As I have been absorbing and processing my grandmothers death I have hit highs that I didn’t think possible while in mourning, and have found myself surprised with lows I didn’t know could exist. As I go through this somersault of emotions all I can do is stand in awe of the amazing women my grandmother was.
She was a women of strength who raised a daughter on her own, loved her family from across an ocean and lived for laughter. She traveled most of the world laughing at danger of the middle east to travel to Egypt and flying my family out to lay on the beaches of Hawaii. As I listen to my family talk about my grandmother and process through their grief I find each of their perspectives amazing.
Someone talked about what a bright flame her life was and as we sat in shock huddled together in bed the night we heard the news we realized that it was the only way she could go. There is no way to dim a light like hers but to blow it out quick. As we recalled her life the past few years we realized that with the amount of traveling that she had done it was more likely that she would have passed away on vacation then at home just because of the amount of time she was away.
I think about the lessons that she taught me and I think the biggest one is the one she lived. She treated each day brand new. I think that she had very little emotional baggage, not because she didn’t have experiences that merited it but because she refused to carry it around. She also lived each day as a great adventure. I am so privileged to have had a grandmother like her.
I just wonder if I can carry the legacy on.
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Jess Boctor 