Everyone knows what grief feels like if you lose a deeply loved one, but no one talks about grief for a stranger – especially if that person was your grandfather.
Hey guys! This is the first post of my second topic this year. This time I’ll also be writing a story, but on a very different and personal topic. I plan on exploring a vastly different writing style, one more of ambiguity rather than sarcastic humour in my last story.
I started with a five minute free-write where I just jotted down some ideas. The word I started with was “Grief”, and everything began to flow from there.
During the write, I listened to some music as well – which may have affected the results of my little brainstorm. Some of these words are musical artists or colours, and I tried to include lyrics or actions as well. It was an overall calming experience and I enjoyed exploring some deeper emotions associated with loss.
Losing someone you weren’t close with, at least to me at a younger age, felt more surreal. Rather than experiencing grief first hand, it was as If you were understanding and learning it from everyone else – Who this person was, and why you should’ve cared for them. Memories are condensed into photographs, symbols, mosaics where those you loved are forgotten. I barely remember what my grandfather looks like, but I know what being around him felt like. My grief for my grandfather is not violent or raw. It is barely emotional at all. Rather, there is a tranquility that is pale in colour and soft in sound, with the smell of moth-bitten blankets.
I’m not a particularly great writer, but as an artist, here is what it looked like in picture:
That’s all. Really excited to embark on this new journey!
