The time between Thanksgiving and December 7th continues to be an emotional rollercoaster for me. It is between that time that a series of events happened that lead to my grandmother’s passing. It has been 11 years since she has left us and December 7th still remains a sucky day.
Her story
My grandmother was my best friend and in many ways my whole world. I always admired her. I know I have mentioned how important she was to me but I don’t think I ever shared her story with you. She was born in Poland in 1929 and was about 10 years old when World War 2 began. She did not speak much about her life during the war but she shared some stories. I know she had to leave school early due to the war but she never confirmed which grade she finished. My guess is about the 4th or 5th grade.
After the war she was sent to Warsaw to work as a seamstress. She eventually found herself in Lodz, Poland where she met and married my grandfather. They would have two daughters during a time where Poland was rebuilding after the war. They struggled with jobs, money, and resources. They did not move into a building with an indoor bathroom for 16 years.
Eventually they moved into a bigger place and things were ok. However, things changed when my grandfather was diasgnosed with throat cancer and there was limited access to medical care. She had to take care of him at home. She was a widow by her mid forties.
A year after his passing, she moved to the United States to join my mother and her family members who lived here. Her mother, sister, and brother had been living here for some time. At 46 she moved to a new country and rebuilt her life. She would go on to own a home, have a job she loved working in housekeeping at the Marriott (she worked until she was 75!), and raised us. This included being the first person we save before and after school, trips to Florida, and enjoying her life with her siblings.
My inspiration
I know she did not share every detail of her life with me and I am missing major parts of her story. I will probably never know everything but from what I do know she inspired me.
She inspired me because of her resilience after the war. She lost family members, her home, and her opportunity at an education. This taught me early on that not everyone has the same opportunities. This made me want to go as far as I possibly could and then dedicate my career to advocating for more individuals to have access to opportunities.
She inspired me because she always figured it out. She was raising children during a time where there was little access to resources including formula, medication, or clothing. She sewed her children’s clothing. She found ways to get resources. She had to make something out of nothing. It was a challenge but she did it.
She inspired me because she started over. I know her decision to move to a new country was not an easy one so soon after losing her spouse. She had one daughter in America and a daughter and granddaughter in Poland. How to choose? Which decision is best? All at a time where our reach across the ocean was not as quick as it is today. There was no Facetime, internet, or text messaging. She taught me it is never too late to start again.
She taught me to keep going no matter what.
Grief
Initially my grief was about the physical loss. Not being able to hold, talk, or hug her ever again. In the last 11 years I have come to accept that she is physically no longer with us but I do not think I dealt with what happened to my life since that time.
After her passing, I quickly lost everything. I lost a job, security, support, and was living alone.
2010 was a horrific year for me.
I lost everything. I had nothing and no where to even begin.
Rebuild
This year, the grief was focused on how I rebuilt my life. I had to deal with and grieve all that I lost at that time. I lost myself and I never gave myself an opportunity to mourn the loss of who I was. I just threw myself into work to numb the pain and emptiness. What I did not realize is I was slowly rebuilding my life.
The last few weeks I have been thinking about how different my life is now that it was on December 7th, 2009. Very little has remained the same. I sometimes think if I had the opportunity to meet my grandmother now she would not recognize who I am today.
I am writing this post during a global pandemic, in a year filled with so much loss. For some individuals, they are ready to rebuild and start their new chapter. For others, they are still mourning and not sure what direction to take. Wherever you are, it is ok. It took me 11 years to realize that rebuilding is a step by step, day by day process.
Love,
Lisa