My Grandmom passed away on Friday. We found out three weeks ago that she was sick and then quickly and slowly, and suddenly and gradually, she slipped away. From here to there. My parents and my grandfather were with her, standing firm and vigilant, to see her off. She left from her very own bedroom surrounded by the loved ones she had gathered and nurtured during her life.

I wasn’t terribly close to her, but she played a very strong, important role in my life. I admired her. She was strong and steady and no-nonsense, and since I am fairly full of nonsense, she was a wonderfully influential woman for me to look up to.

This has been very emotional for me. I feel sad about death in general. I feel confused that my grandmother died…it never really occurred to me that this might happen to her someday…which I know sounds odd. I mean, obviously I know everyone dies…but also it’s something that genuinely surprises me.

The memorial service is at the end of this week…and honestly, I am looking forward to it. I want to hear the things that people have to say about my Grandmom. I want to see my brother and sister and cousins and aunts and uncles. I want to be together with everyone who was touched by her.

This weekend was good. It was slow and cool and rainy. It was just what I needed.

We went to Coney Island to walk around in the fog.

And since some of us got more sandy than others, I made up a warm afternoon bath.

Andrew and I built this marble track.

And Dave and I snuck away on Saturday to celebrate our anniversary.

And all weekend I felt like I was more aware and present. I thought a lot about my Grandmom and felt an enormous amount of respect and gratitude for her life. And I thought a lot about my kids and felt waves of joy and hope about the future. I want to hold both: honor for the generations ahead of me and hope in what’s to come.

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About robyn

I stopped teaching Kindergarten in 2005 to become the mom of two crazy boys here in Brooklyn. At first I thought being a stay at home mom meant that I needed to pour all my time and energy directly into my sons, but I realized somewhere along the way that being a rockstar mom meant not only taking good care of my boys, but also taking good care of myself. And taking good care of myself means pursuing something creative...just about everyday. I started Made In Brooklyn to motivate myself in my creative goals as well as share my work with others and perhaps inspire them in their own creative journeys.
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9 Responses to weekend

  1. Mama V says:

    Deep peace be with you and your family, Robyn.

  2. Susan says:

    Isn’t it nice when the weather matches our mood? It’s good when kids are at funerals and memorial services. I think the kids themselves are mostly oblivious but it’s good for the other mourners to see the future. I think we’re the only ones bringing little kids for Eric’s grandfather’s and everyone has said over and over that they are so glad the kids are coming even though they present some logistical challenges to the plans we have. I hope it’s a wonderful time for your whole family.

  3. A beautiful tribute for your grandmother, Robyn. I’m sorry for your loss, but I loved reading your perspective on it. Bless you and your family. xo

  4. Cathy says:

    So sorry to hear about your grandma’s passing. The pictures do fit with the mood.
    Weird how sad events and happy ones (your anniversary) just coexist in our lives no?

  5. Ruth says:

    I think Deb has summed it all up perfectly. Thinking of you.

  6. marsha. says:

    I’m sorry for your loss.

  7. Wendy says:

    I’m so sorry for your loss, Robyn.

  8. Brenda says:

    My thoughts and prayers are with you.

  9. Plume says:

    So sorry for your loss. My thoughts are with you.

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