Today's prompt: If you could bring someone back to life who would it be and why. This is easy. It's the person I've missed nearly my whole life and who I wish I could've known. The one I talk to when I want to talk to god.
Adele Fraser
Before there was a singer by the same name, the name Adele meant a lot to me. My grandmother died when I was 5 and for the rest of my life there was an odd hole that I barely understood. It wasn't until recently that I've realized how much I miss this person. I'm adopted. This isn't news to most people and I don't particularly care who knows. Despite this fact, I've always been compared to my grandmother. She was a model. A beautiful woman who was unashamed, not sorry, and ahead of her time. Her vices were drinks and cigarettes and they killed her but I don't hold it against her. Instead, I just wish I could know her more. She was the kind of woman who wore Christmas ornaments as earrings. She slathered herself in tanning oil until she was charred. She became a woman in a tough time for women (the 20's and 30's) and I just wish I could've talked to her.
My mom tells me all the time "my mother would love to shop with you." "My mother would've loved to plan your bat-mitzvah." "My mother would've done all those things with you." All the bits that I don't see in my mom (including my weight) that are a huge part of who I am belonged to my Nana. She died when I was 5 and I would bring her back in a heartbeat just to talk to her. To hug her. and maybe to go shopping.
Adele Fraser
Before there was a singer by the same name, the name Adele meant a lot to me. My grandmother died when I was 5 and for the rest of my life there was an odd hole that I barely understood. It wasn't until recently that I've realized how much I miss this person. I'm adopted. This isn't news to most people and I don't particularly care who knows. Despite this fact, I've always been compared to my grandmother. She was a model. A beautiful woman who was unashamed, not sorry, and ahead of her time. Her vices were drinks and cigarettes and they killed her but I don't hold it against her. Instead, I just wish I could know her more. She was the kind of woman who wore Christmas ornaments as earrings. She slathered herself in tanning oil until she was charred. She became a woman in a tough time for women (the 20's and 30's) and I just wish I could've talked to her.
My mom tells me all the time "my mother would love to shop with you." "My mother would've loved to plan your bat-mitzvah." "My mother would've done all those things with you." All the bits that I don't see in my mom (including my weight) that are a huge part of who I am belonged to my Nana. She died when I was 5 and I would bring her back in a heartbeat just to talk to her. To hug her. and maybe to go shopping.
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