Dear Grandmother.
You were a wonderful brave woman. I have never met anyone as special as you. I watched you sort out any situation life threw at you. You loved your family, friends, and neighbors. You were indeed a good role model, I strive to be like you. I told the psychiatrist I was sad because I didn’t say thank you for all that you did for me. You raised me from a small baby you supported my teenage mother. You set the perfect example for me, I will always be grateful to you. Thank you for teaching me to pray, you taught me good manners and the beauty of forgiveness. You said self-love and respect were important too. I can still remember the bedtime stories you read to me, Gladys Alwood and uncle Tom’s Cabin, I wished I could have got inside the book and run away with Elisa. I really hated our unhappy dismal house. I liked it when you took me to your friend’s house it was happy and filled with laughter. I did all the things children were supposed to do, we giggled ate cakes and tomato paste sandwiches. I hated coming home to popa. You were clever doing craftwork to sell, it was difficult for you to teach me because popa hated us being together. Popa was a violent man and he made our lives unbearable. We got by, you were a bright light in the dark. You were always asking me to be a good girl pleading with me not to antagonize him. I was always trying to do my best but it was never good enough, for popa . He criticized everything about me. He wasn’t teasing me when he said he hated every bone in my body, he meant every word. You were always begging him not to be nasty to me. It was made worse when your daughter joined in and fueled the abuse towards me. They were always mentally and physically abusing me. You taught me not to lie, You would say to me always do the right thing because it will keep your soul pristine. love from Dorothyx