we carry on

i promise i am an okay writer, but maybe not here. i am trying to use this to release little bits of things i want to let go. 

today was tough. my grandmas both have covid, and ruby's got the covid pneumonia in both lungs so she's at St. Pat's. after a few attempts, i finally got through to a nurse who made it clear she's as stubborn a Cajun lady as she's ever been, so hopefully she'll be okay. one day at a time, they say. 

mawmaw ruby--this woman got threatened by the KKK at her bank job in the 1960's for training a Black woman to work as a teller in the deep south. they cried together then they stood fast and then eventually trained a custodian to work as a teller too. they both worked there decades longer than my grandma, who switched to my nursery school and then school bus driving once her family grew larger. 

she forgets things sometimes now, but she still remembers how she felt back then, and how she feels that people don't respect God if they judge each other, and i am so glad she shared these memories with me.