Well clearly, my name isn’t Carmen Sandiego, but I felt like the title was fitting.
I know I haven’t blogged in about two weeks, and I feel like I owe you all and explanation.
My grandmother passed away on March 13, 2012. After about 8 months of battling stage four lung cancer, she slipped away peacefully. Her wish was that all her family members urge others not to smoke and that people learn from her. So if you’re reading this, and you smoke,please quit. Right now. I feel like my grandmother was taken away so soon. She was 67, which I suppose isn’t young, but given advancements in medicine and such, it seems like it’s a young age for her to die. Especially considering that my great-grandmother, who is in her late 80s, is still alive.
I think about her every single day. I think abut the possibility of her still being here if only we’d caught it sooner. I’m not an emotional person, and because I haven’t openly expressed how I’m feeling, I haven’t had that release yet. It’s almost like I feel ashamed to cry. And as I type this, my eyes water, but I still am not able to let them go. Perhaps I feel like solidifies her death; it means that she really is not coming back.
Now on the brighter side, I got a new job. These two major events happened so close together, so it was a little overwhelming. But I now work for Ted Baker, a designer based in London. I work at the Ted Baker that’s inside of a Bloomingdale’s store, so I’m still learning everything as far as protocol and things of that nature.
But I’m back now, and I hope you all haven’t missed me too much!
