22 June 2017

22 June 2017

Ora Jeanette Thomas, my grandmother, my Grandma, the matriarch of our family passed away a year ago. I hate writing about her because it is such an emotional experience. I am a selfish no doubt because I know that she's finally where she always wanted to be, in Heaven with the God she has always known, but it still hurts. I know she understands that. She knows we all miss her and that we are struggling without her love and wisdom but she's happy (You know I'm not trying to speak for you grandma I hope you're happy).

I want to stay away from these type of commemorations because I don't want it to become a ritual where we wait until June 22nd to honor her and what she did and sacrificed for our family. I don't want to wait until November 21st, her birthday, to exalt her and mention what she means and how she has influenced my life. I have to honor her always especially by taking care of my Grandpa the patriarch of our family, the man who took care of my Grandma and made sure she didn't have to work for five decades. We honor her by not doing all the bullshit she told us was wrong but we all, her children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and great great grandchildren still do. We honor her by believing and having faith in something. We honor her by remaining together and being a family something she always loved, despite her complaints. She loved us, me, more than anything we could have ever felt and we have to honor her. It is our obligation to honor her. The reason for us all being here.

I just want you to know Grandma that there is never a moment in which I don't think about you. You are my heart and my life and you helped me develop who I am more than anyone. I love you so much and I honor you with every breath I take.