Saturday, March 12, 2011

50 Day Challenge



50 Day Challenge
A Picture and a Letter

My letter is going to be short because I don't want to cry.
And I'm giving you fair warning that this is going to be a sad one so if you are depressed, pregnant, overly emotional because you stubbed your toe, or just watched Titanic please STOP reading.


Dear Grammie,

I am very angry. And very lonely. How could you leave? I know it is selfish to say that but you left me in a world that I don't understand how to live in without you. I haven't felt the same since June 8th. Please come back. I don't know how to describe to people that a part of me died with you. I tell myself that you are out of pain and that you are with Grandpa and Tommy and your Grandmother, who I know loved you the way you did me but I REALLY miss you and I really need you. Your home and my visits to you were my escape. It was a place that I was always safe and nurtured. There was no evil or stress in that home. I miss the faith that hung on the walls. I miss the spoons. I miss the sound of Turner Classic Movies, I miss the railing leading upstairs, I miss lying in bed next to and rolling toward you because you weighed so much more than me, I miss the smell of the house, and the flappy skin on you hand. I miss your signature and your yellow planner that held everything, I miss yelling at you about your stacks of stuff, and I miss the back room that you told me never to go in but that I always did (and you knew it). I miss that purple chair that I always made you promise I could have when you died. I miss trying on your rings and necklaces and folding your towels. I miss that cracks in the wall in my room and cold wood floor. Most of all though, I miss laughing with you. I am certain I will never laugh like that again. ever. I've tried to start writing down some of our running jokes and occasionally I talk to Oliver as Ms. Prissy. But how can Ms. Prissy be Ms. Prissy without a Ms. Scarlett.
Please come back.
please.
make the pain stop and that hole in my chest filled.

Love and chi chi poo poo,
Ms. Prissy
_____________________________________________________________________

This is a picture of Marilyn Monroe.
obviously.
Because one time Grammie told me that no one can ever actually see what they look like.
When you look in a mirror you're seeing the reverse.
Therefore Grammie was convinced that she looks like Marilyn Monroe.



4 comments:

Harris Family said...

Oh my, poor Kate.
That's outrageously sad.
Big hugs.
You're Grammie sounds like a wonderful lady.

Rebecca said...

Now write a letter to your Grammie as if you were writing a letter to your Grammie. And stop whining you ninny.

Darrel said...

damn you for being a whining ninny and not healing and living for one more summer with me. take that Grammie.

Darrel said...

KAte said that. Not D.