Since my grandfather died in February I have reserved Tuesday mornings for him. We used to skype every Tuesday and delve deep into our psyche’s or at least tinker with our egos. We would spend 30 minutes to an hour and then I would get anxious about all the work I had to do or he would get too tired to continue and we would sign off.
Tuesdays have without a doubt been the hardest days for me since I lost him. So I honor my grief and my grandpa by spending some time writing each Tuesday morning.
It has been my dream to be a writer since I was seven and I printed my first short story “Happiness is being Seven.” My daughter enjoys the book today. I went on to create a book cover in third grade entitled “The Everything Book.” I don’t remember what “everything” I intended to put in there. I went so far as to get a degree in English literature with an Emphasis in Creative writing and finished a few short stories, a screen play and an endless amount of poems. I have never submitted anything anywhere.
Then, because I figured if I started teaching I’d lose my creative energy I went into waitressing full time to support my writing habit. As you may know, that didn’t go so great and I took a huge detour to become an osteopathic doctor, during which time poems kept coming but I had no real hope of actually writing.
And now I’ve come full circle. Yes, I am far too busy to be a writer. I am happily growing vegetables and raising a five year old which means I am up at night often and off to parent teacher meetings. I am also teaching medical students and practicing osteopathy so yes, I am far too busy to be a writer. But my grandfather died and so now I write on Tuesdays.
In honor of Grandpa Leon