I Miss My Grandma

This blog has and remains to be inspired by her. I started writing because I had a yearning to have an honest conversation with the women who raised my father, the women I have come to except I am more like her than I am willing to admit. I talk about her a lot,especially when I go through things I like to think she went through and the fact that I am her granddaughter calms me down and I hold my head high and keep at it. You see my granny was not your conventional grandma, I don't remember her cooking me soft porridge but I always had soft porridge at her house.I remember one incident were daddy had to fetch her in Portnoloff in the Northern Cape because she was not well,she had gone there to pursue a goal,dream whatever one wants to call it but she was not one to go by the rules.I could say and write so much about her because I am a women now I understand the grey areas better yet I can relate.You will one day read this and maybe you too will relate maybe you will take from your father's side, but whatever the case be know this you come from a natural linage of women who are very strong and we follow our hearts despite the rules. Today I am especially reminded of this and I am OK.