On Christmas Eve, my nephew Noah passed away. I was very close to my nephew; I was in Denver with my sister when he received a heart transplant when he was only three weeks old.
On my way to and from the hospital to go see my grandson, I take a look around. I look at others going on about their day. I know we all have our different struggles in life, and I know at times it seems unbearable, but it wasn’t until I watched my grandson fight for his life several times, that I realized, if he could fight being only days old, I could too.
This is my personal story of my family's ordeal of Hurricane Florence and how humanity can restore your faith when you have nothing.
There were a variety of horror stories my mother would share about her first few years with my dad, even long before I was a thought he had put his hands on her . His own sister once told my mom to “stay away from Earl, he is crazy and violent” .
I received a George Orwell book for Christmas, a slim volume entitled Why I Write (1946) and I read it in a day. I was intrigued by this social -middle class- democrat Orwell who was genuinely interested in and improving the life chances of the poor working class. I’d read Animal Farm (1945) and 1984 (1949) before I was fifteen or sixteen, and perhaps briefly joined the socialist party on the back of that, but I’d not read any of his other works. I immediately down loaded a gratis copy of Down and Out in Paris and London (1933) from the George-Orwell.org website and was blown away even from page one in chapter one by his novel-esque approach to autoethnography.
Here's a secret about me: I have no intention of getting old. As the Who once sang (and still do, man, are they old):
Have you ever felt the absence of graciousness?
A few days after my baby boy died, I had experienced so many emotions, had so many questions, and wanted desperately to be able to just talk to him. This was the first poem I had written in years, I just had to get some of the questions OUT!!! So, I put them on paper. I wondered if he could, in some way, see me. Did he know how much I missed him. There was never a thought as to if he knew I loved him. He knew!! I was looking for ways to cope with his eternal absence! I still have days that I wonder some of the same things.
Ask an adult child to define their greatest fear. Among the most frequent answers is the decline and death of a parent.
St.Lucia is a lovely island in the caribbean.I was brought up in St.Lucia and it was the best part of my life. I Built friendships, had trips to the seaside, ate delicious food, got married and had continuous love from my grandparents.