As I write this - Tuesday, September 27th - it is one month since my Grandma Ava passed away. It's been a long month of funeral planning and estate selling. Of family drama and family love. Of dealing with the grief of watching my childhood safe space get tucked away and put up for sale, the family farm, the place where my heart was able to find
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I'm sorry you lost your physical safe place. we all need one of those. Mine was the classroom.
Please remember a lot of people are pulling for you. You may not know us individually, but we are here.
HUGS!!!!
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I'm sorry you lost your physical safe place. we all need one of those. Mine was the classroom.
Please remember a lot of people are pulling for you. You may not know us individually, but we are here.
HUGS!!!!
You always leave such wonderful messages whenever I am having a hard time emotionally, thank you.
The family farm still hasn't sold yet, but my sister and I have decided not to go back out there again. We want to remember it how it was, not empty and set-dressed for sale.
The classroom? As in when you were a student or were you a teacher?
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You know, I never was sad about not having the chance to know my great grandma, until I discovered she wrote such wonderful poetry and now I feel sad to have missed the chance to talk 'words' with her. But I was blessed to know my grandma and it is because of her encouragement (read: riding my ass, lol!) that I am coming up on finishing my first ever book!
They were both extraordinary women! <3
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Thank you. Great Grandma Rapp died before the Internet even existed - now I wonder what she would think of people all across the country, nay the world, reading her words! <3
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