Thursday, August 18, 2011

...With Love

It’s been quite some time since I have done a post on here, but I feel it is time. The month of June was a rough one for me – I feel like life just snatched me up into a cyclone and just spit me out. June 2011 will be a month that I will never forget. I experienced one of my highest highs and one of my lowest lows within weeks of each other – the purchase of my 1st home and the passing of my heart!  I have written on here before about me caring for my grandmother while she battled stage IV endometrial cancer -- my grandmother lost that battle on June 4th. As I sit here and try to fight the tears from falling from my eyes, I must say that I dreaded the day my grandmother would physically leave me all my life.
I had been itching to get my 2nd tattoo for quite some time now and I knew I wanted it to be something dedicated to my grandmother. I tossed back ideas of combining her favorite thing in the world the butterfly with a cancer ribbon, yet it seemed so contrived and generic – not special enough to capture the essence of my grandmother or our connection.  As I was unpacking boxes, I found a card my granny had sent to me freshman year in college. The handwritten message was a simple note of her sending me some cash to last me until I came home for Thanksgiving and random hellos from the older ladies at church. It was signed Love, Granny.

My new tat!

The word love just jumped off the card and there it was -- Love….Love…Love!!! So simple, yet beautiful and exactly what our relationship was – a true example of pure unconditional love. As long as I can remember my grandmother was my foundation, she gave of herself so freely to afford me with my every want and need. She financed my entire education, and when I say entire I mean entire. She paid every tuition bill from Kindergarten until I crossed the stage with my bachelor’s degree from Temple University. She afforded me opportunities to travel and experience a life outside of the streets of West Baltimore.
Every single blessing my grandmother gave to me was out of love and with love. It only made sense for me to tattoo ‘Love’ on my inner wrist in my grandmother’s handwriting.  I was created from good stock and reared with love… Every time I look at the ‘Love’ sitting on my veins, it will just be a reminder that everything I do in life needs to draw from that feeling, that passion, that pureness of emotion. 
So to my Granny, I say…
“Thank You! I miss you terribly. I promise to make you proud!
Love,
Adriene  

9 comments:

  1. Amazing!!! Great post!

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  2. RIP FH (RIP MJ) Granny always comes first... OMG how ironic is this. Granny loved butterflies and MJ had a song titles Butterflies... right. So, if I could find a sample of Love in his handwriting... j/k. Love ya

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  3. Beautiful and poignant!!!

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  4. This made me tear up and miss my Granny! Absolutely beautiful!!!

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  5. So honest, sensitive and open. I'm glad you were able to get that out. Granny's unconditional love will always live in your heart, and I know you had already made her proud before she passed.

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  6. That was so beautiful. My daughter was 11 when I lost my mother. Grandmother 's are the most amazing people

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  7. Brings tears to my eyes! My grands were special and my Mom was a special grand known as Mimi! I could never be the kind of grand she was BUT grandchildren love you so you just want to make them happy!

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  8. Now That's Love.

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  9. Lawd hammercy I got chills!!!! The fact that its in your grandmother's handwriting blows me away!! *tearyeyed*

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