Rachel G. A Million Things All My Ownfor my grandmother, Dorothy Grady, who died before I was born all it takes is one word that can say Everything.
a generational name that doesn’t fit, but does give me a way to Learn about myself, a strong Connection to a surviving Emptiness. and a Tie to people who have cut all other bonds, a fond Reminder of a person now gone; a woman I never got the chance to meet. a Life I never knew; a Moment I was never part of.
it’s all because of one word that has made me who I am now.
she’s gone, but not if I Remember. barely enough stories to count on one hand, not even a picture to keep. I saw one once - now lost in an album - She had red hair. like Ruby slippers. this is all I remember, all I have of this person who meant so much to the people who now mean so much to me
all I need, all I am left with, all that Lives on through me is this Everlasting knowledge - she never truly left me and she’ll never really leave. she’s part of me, and my dad. I see it when he talks about her and Cries. he doesn’t cry - only when he’s thinking about her.
it’s something that we share, my sole Claim to her: our name; it’s Everything in a single word -
Dorothy
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