When Sabatino first said hiraeth, I didn't even know how to pronounce it. To me the definition on a hiraeth is a longing for a home that you can't go back to. At first I had no idea what I would write about because I can't remember much of my childhood, and I sure as hell didn't want to write about an ex girlfriend. I chose to write about my grandmom. She is not a home but she is a person that I considered my home. I remember many details about her and miss her everyday since she past away two years ago. I could say that my grandmom is something that I long for and wish I could have back, but can't. my grandmother was the sweetest person you'd ever meet. There is many things that I could write about her but one of the main things that comes to mind when I think about my grandmom is going to Sunday mass with my whole family and always going out to breakfast with her. It's something I would wait for all week because i was younger, so that was the highlight of the week. I can remember specifics of those days that I remember like the back of my hand, but that's something I'd like to wait to with about in my hiraeth. Going to family parties before she got sick was always the best because she was herself and was the grandmom I loved with my entire heart seeing her dancing to her favorite song "Sweet Caroline" with all of her friends that she grew up with and stayed friends with her entire life. There's lists of things i could say about my grandmom and what I remember, but I'm gonna think long and hard about the specific scenes I remember the most about her and the details about them, it's hard to pick because my grandmom was my best friend I could ever have.
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