I have been mulling this post around for months, I am finally getting around to it.
We all have our own identity, things that make us unique but in part we share traits with others. Some people look at my siblings and can't tell any of us apart, others look at us and wonder if we are even related. We each take from different sides of the family. Yes we all have some shade of dark hair, most of us have the big ears, half have brown eyes the other hazel. Some of us are music snobs, the others could care less, modern art appeals to some and makes the others wonder what the fuss is about.
I have been thinking lately about my physical traits, attempting to focus on the ones I like. It all started with my hair. Last year I dyed my hair a shade of red, reminiscent of my Grandmother Catherine. I loved the red, it was fantastic with my complexion, I was constantly complimented. A lot of people thought that it was my own. Lately I have been missing my dark hair as if I was missing a part of me. My Grandmother Ermine who I closely resemble had dark black hair, I have always wanted her shade, instead I have a cross between the two. Knowing that most people would wish I continued to be red, I changed my hair back to a color closer to my natural and it fits better. I would love to show my natural color however grey hair and vanity get in the way. Besides it would take forever to grow out.
Not the best photo...see its brown now. I feel a lot more like me.
Moving on...the hair made me to think about both of my Grandmothers and how grateful I am for their legacy. I never knew my Fathers mom, Ermine, she passed away at a very young age, my Father was 5. I would look at pictures of her and think she was the most beautiful woman in the world. I always felt I missed out a bit by not having her around. I am sure she would have been a spectacular G-ma. I do know that she was strong woman who loved her family, music and to dance. She lived everyday of her life fully.
Ermine, just before her death. I couldn't get a better photo (I asked others, hmm hmm, you know who you are)
My Mothers mom, Catherine, passed away 1 week before my first birthday. She to was a remarkable woman. Born premature, sent home to die, getting scarlet fever as a teenager resulting in rheumatoid arthritis, only having 1 surviving child, she persevered through it all. She may not have felt 100% about she wouldn't let you know. She had a way of making everything look beautiful. My mother said that I get that from her (I know that there is no way I am as good as she was).
Catherine, I think she was 20 in this photo. Looking good for someone who wasn't supposed to live.
Even though I did not get a chance to know either of these women, I know that they play a huge part of who I am. Whether it is the color of my hair, the way I say my words, or what I am passionate about. I am in awe that I get to share a part of them in myself.