It's funny how a trip to the laundromat inspired me to start taking "photos" again. I really miss being in the darkroom.
I can't stop thinking about our trip to the laundromat this morning. (Who does that?) Maybe my Grandma might be saying hi to me from beyond. (Because I can't explain it any other way.) Her Birthday just passed on August 26th, she's a Leo like me. (After I published this, I looked up the Leo dates and my Grandma wasn't one! I wonder why my Mom told me she was!) It's sad I can't remember when she passed away (It's something like 18 years ago) - she was sickly, had diabetes and was on dialysis. We were already living in Southern California and majority of our family was still on Guam - it was crazy expensive to fly out for her funeral so I didn't get to go. Her death was tough for me since it was the biggest loss of life in my family and I couldn't even be there to say goodbye. It has bothered me ever since.
I remember when I was a little girl and would help her with laundry. I secretly loved alone time with her and would jump to do it. (Yeah, laundry. Which I hate doing in my adult life.) She had a clothesline outside and I would hand her clothespins, I loved the smell of her laundry. Sun baked towels and hot Levi's buttons. I remember all the times I would sneak a glance at her face with the sun shining down hard, she was a warrior.
I don't think I've ever mourned her like I am today. Finally.
Labels: Black and White, Darkroom, Grandma, Guam, Inspiration, Laundromat, Leo