09/24/09
Nana & Papa, Happy 50th, 2007
Below is Wise Daughter Caitlin’s recent submission for English class. It’s offered up in honor of all friends and family who must deal with chronic illness/pain.
In the early morning hours, my Nana used to putter around her kitchen, filling her coffee cup and perusing the newspaper. I would slip into the room, to my chair next to her, and we’d journey through the past over a bowl of Apple Jacks. My father and his siblings would transform from respectable adults to characters in her memories she shared, causing all sorts of mayhem in their childhood. Now, she sits in her condo, pain contorting her features. But the weaver of such elaborate tales is still there. I know she is.
9-24-2009 08:51:39
This brought tears to my eyes. I have such a visual image of Caitline’s nana in her kitchen from this post. Excellent writing, Caitlin.
9-24-2009 14:07:36
Beautiful writing, Caitlin. For me, it reads like a poem. You should think about entering it in a contest.
9-25-2009 10:07:25
What a wonderfully written and heartfelt post. It’s so obvious, from this short paragraph, that she has a very strong love and connection to her Nana. Thanks for sharing it.
9-29-2009 07:04:02
I think Caitlin is a gifted writer. Her words transported me right into the scene. Caitlin, keep on writing.