My beloved Granny passed away Saturday, June 6th at 10:06 am.
I have so much I want and need to write in order to process this, but I am so emotionally and physically exhausted.
Her funeral is tomorrow.
I miss you my sweet Granny Goose.
Her name is Adeline. And she lives in Haiti, in a one-room house that is smaller than your bedroom.And she’s my friend.My sandaled feet have met her dirt floor. Under her tin roof, I’ve pasted on a fake smile, trying so hard not to look horrified at her tumbledown house — that house that she had cleaned up on account of a few of us girlfriends dropping by.Adeline is one of us, wanting to make a good impression, and so she had swept her dirt floor before I came.Read that again: She had swept her dirt floor.I’ve held hands with Adeline, and I’ve prayed with her, with tears streaming down my cheeks, even though we can’t understand a word each other was saying.