I think I was incredibly lucky to be as old as 16 the first time that I experienced the death of a close family member. As the youngest of 5, I know that it could have quite easily been a situation where I was too young to even remember my Grandma but its hard to accept death when you’re old enough to understand what it means…
The end of someone’s life
The first time you learn that someone close to you has passed away, and you actually understand the above line its incredibly difficult to accept, grieving for the loss of that person is the only way to allow life to move on and different people grieve in different ways.
When my grandmother passed away, my family all got together and we sat around my mum’s house talking, crying, trying to get our heads around it. I went back to work the following day because I couldn’t cope with it and I just wanted to get my mind off the fact that my grandma was gone.
This difficult period for me was a time for me to decide my opinion on life, death, and the after life. For me, what makes a person is what is inside their heart. Not their phsyical being, but their soul. This is something death can not take away.
The poem Grandma came about whilst I was assessing my opinion on death. It helped me come up with my conclusions. It helped me grieve for the loss of my grandmother and to this day, almost 11 years later, I still find comfort in this poem.
Read Grandma and other Poems written by Erin Cawood at www.erincawood.co.uk.