A year ago today I received a fateful phone call. I remember feeling as though I had been thrust into an abyss of dark despair. Each word was a poisoned arrow puncturing my heart. As the news of my grandmother's death was relayed to me, I felt pure darkness and solitude envelop me like a cocoon. In one moment my life had dramatically changed. The core of my being was shaken, I was raped of one of the only things that had remained consistent and predictable in my life. A tornado formed in my mind, memories collided against one another, fighting to survive. Confusion set in; I found myself face to face with a side of me that for many years had remained dormant and starving. What would result from this rapacious hunger?
Losing my grandmother was one of the most heart-wrenching things I have ever experienced. However, it was the beginning of a journey inward that would finally bring me out of the shadows...
You were the catalyst for my creative expressions, and were responsible for my metamorphosis from a moth into a butterfly. Today it is with love that I remember you. I carry you with me always, and your name is permanently carved on the walls of my heart. I hope to someday leave a mark on the world as you did. Thank you for everything, I miss you.
