I stumbled upon a podcast titled Magic Lessons by Elizabeth Gilbreth--the author of the self help book Big Magic. Which I have been meaning to read for a almost 2 years now. Anyway--I stumbled upon her podcast on my commute to work and listened to her interview with Hope, an aspiring poet. Hope’s story was literally my story, too. I have been wanting to do something really big that will set me on the path to entrepreneurship for while now and every time I think about taking that leap, I come up with some reason as to why I can’t or shouldn’t do it. Well Elizabeth suggested that Hope write herself a letter from her great grandmother and from her great grandchildren. I thought that was such a cool idea and decided to write myself a letter from my maternal grandmother whom I never got the pleasure of meeting, but as a young girl always wished I did.
You’re 24 now and what a beautiful young lady you have grown into. Although we haven’t met in person, I am always with you. I see you when you wake up and I watch over you as you go throughout the day. They say you can’t miss someone you never met, but that’s not true. Everyday I miss you. That hug I never got to give you. That kiss I never got to give. And most important, the teachings you or your mother never received.
Here’s a little bit about me. I was diagnosed with breast cancer and passed away at 28. Before then, I was very active in the St. Mary Parish community helping those in the projects and Section VIII housing. I wish I could be there with you right now--be there for your mother and your brother. Unfortunately, my time on Earth came to an end, but if I was standing by your side I would give you that hug you never got, give you that kiss you never got, and tell you how beautiful you are and how proud I am of you. My spirit lives inside of you, why do you think your Uncle always gave you money when you were younger? When he saw you, he saw me. Thank you for following your dreams. I want to encourage you to continue to follow your heart because you live in a time where women are capable of doing such remarkable things. Never stop learning and never stop reaching for the stars because that’s where you’ll find me--beyond the stars.
Grandmother Edna Mae
As I was writing this letter I could feel her presence. The spirit I always knew was there when I’d think about her as a young girl. I got really teary eyed and wanted to just pour out the tears because she was gone way too soon and it just opens my eyes at how blessed I am to live in a time where health care, medication, and ultimately health knowledge is available to me. Missing someone you never knew is very real especially when you know a part of them lives within you. I honestly feel like her spirit of being activism lives within me, just in a different way.
Let me know what you thought and if you decide to try out this exercise in the comments below. You can write a letter from whoever you chose to write one from even if the person isn’t deceased. Get what you need to follow your dreams and do it for the ones who came before and for the ones who will come after you.
Love, Light, and Peace to You