Mine is a Different Kind of Grief
I got the news yesterday that my grandma Nancy had died. At first, I was okay, thinking it was no big deal. After all, I hadn't seen her since I was 20 years old and it had been several years before that since I had talked to her on the phone. I continued on with my day and went about my work but after a few minutes of sitting and letting the new sink in, I was overwhelmed with emotion and tears and I left work to go home. Like many others in my family, I shed many tears yesterday. However, my tears were not of sadness because she was gone and I was going to miss her, they were tears of anger stemming from a broken heart filled with questions, bitterness, and a longing beyond words. This grandma was the wife of the grandfather that molested me for seven years when I was a little girl. I spent a lot of time with my grandparents when my dad was working but I don't remember too much about her from those early years. Although she was the only mother figure I had during that tim