Happy birthday to my Grandma (she would turn 97, first one in heaven) and Happy Easter—how grateful I am for God rising, and also my own healing, as I’d believed in God but not in my own healing’s possibility.
I was glad my Grandma knew I had come home from the hospital last March and was better than before; I’d called her while there. When my Mom told her I was well and had gone back home that day, my Grandma said, “What’d she do that for? She was having so much fun there!” 😀
I was training to become a certified yoga teacher last spring after I came home and she had passed away before I received the certification, but she was happy to hear I was in the process of becoming certified and had encouraged me years ago when I was thinking of taking a yoga class in Brooklyn, NY where I lived. She’d say, “Take more yoga lessons—I’m glad you like them. I want to pay for them.”
And here’s a story my Grandma would tell from her life: “I cut out of school just one time to go to the Frank Sinatra concert, and when I got to the door the man said, ‘You can’t come in. You’re only ten years old.’ And I said, ‘What? I’m sixteen!’ And I went right in…But I was really fourteen.”
To read more about my grandma’s passing and my warm last days with her: Always, Grandma
About my own healing and experience with mental health and wellness, Healing, How?—My Personal Story.