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+Document: WM-062                                                 P. Webb
+Category: Life                                                2024.12.20
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+                         Remembering my grandma
+
+Abstract
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+   Rest In Paradise, Claretha
+
+Body
+
+   Yesterday morning I got a call from my mother: "Grandma passed away."
+   Knowing this day would inevitably come (especially since she was
+   suffering from seizures periodically) did nothing to prepare me. At
+   first I just felt shock. I was in the middle of sending a Slack
+   message to a colleague for clarfication on a Github issue. "That can
+   wait," I thought, as I continued to process.
+
+   It wasn't until the phrase, "my grandma passed" crossed my mind that
+   it sunk in. She's gone. I spoke with her last week, and she's gone.
+   Earlier this week my mom shared a picture of the both of them,
+   smiling…and now she's gone.
+
+   I'm the first grandchild of the family. Naturally, I became my
+   grandma's favorite but estrangement with her and my mother kept us
+   apart from roughly age 10 until last year when I randomly decided to
+   ask an uncle for her phone number. Family drama aside, I'm thankful I
+   got to reconnect over the past year. I'm glad I recorded plenty of
+   photos, videos, and audio of her. She got to meet my family and
+   connected quite well with my wife. I got to know her history, stories
+   about her father I've never heard before (which makes me think I got
+   my strong ethical/moral compass from him). She gave me her artwork in
+   exchange for the super dope MTV hoodie I was wearing at the time LOL.
+
+   My grandma was funny, witty, and didn't take no shit. She
+   reciprocated energy…same as me. I'll miss her dearly. I spent a lot
+   of yesterday going through a range of emotions; sadness, frustration,
+   anger. As I write this I feel okay but grieving isn't a one‑time
+   thing. I'll overhear someone order a large black coffee from
+   McDonald's or see someone that looks like her and be overcome with
+   emotion. Or I'll accidentally tell Siri to call her.
+
+   This feeling fucking sucks. But it's selfish for me to want her back,
+   even for just a moment.
+
+   I wrote a poem yesterday to help myself process things:
+
+   My grandma passed
+   I didn't think our last call would be the last
+   My grandma passed
+   The last thing she told me was to show forgiveness
+   My grandma passed
+   Glad I could show her my wife and my kids
+   My grandma passed
+   Recorded her voice, immortalized her essence
+   My grandma passed
+   Took notes on her life and transcribed her lessons
+   My grandma passed
+   Her very last weekend was with family and dancing
+   My grandma passed
+   Wish I could hug her, thank her for mother
+   My grandma passed
+   My grandma passed
+   My grandma passed.
+
+   Rest In Paradise, Claretha Johnson. 🕸