Guest Blogging

Hi! Today we’re going to mix it up a bit. You’ll find my Friday post over on a wonderful blog called Into The Bardo.

This blog is a collaborative effort of three friends who all face serious health conditions. They created this blog to provide a forum to explore a variety of topics with talent, humor and verve. Post authors include the three main editors, their family and friends and include a number of notable poets and writers.

I was honored to be asked to contribute an essay for their “Perspectives on Cancer” series. I wrote a piece about my paternal grandmother.

Writing this essay has proven to be a magical experience for me. I’m very close to an Aunt on my dad’s side, and I sent her an early editorial layout of the piece as I very much wanted her approval before publishing. She not only approved, but sent it out to many of my cousins, some of whom I’ve only met once or twice.

I’m getting email from around the world to discuss this piece and our grandparents and the connection to my extensive family has touched me very deeply.

So please, give me a click today and go read my piece:

The Divining Trunk

Thanks much, and happy weekend to us all!

That’s my grandma and me in 1976.

Photo from the family archives and Copyright Karen Fayeth, 2011

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  • Anji

    That was an interesting read. It will be interesting to know if the rest of your family felt the same about your grandmother.

    Lung cancer was what my father died of, though he didn’t smoke.

    • Karen Fayeth

      Anji – My older cousins remember my grandpartents much differently. Back when they were young and spry.

      It’s been fun to compare notes!

  • JamieDedes

    Well done, Karen. Thank you! …
    … and thanks for the shout-outā¤

  • Ur Bro

    Gramps was always in good humor, Grandma always cranky. I confess when Grandma died I didn’t really feel much. When Grandpa died I did cry. Same when Wade psssed.

    What did Grandpas death certificate say? Prostrate cancer I think? I always believed he died of a broken heart. He could not live without his Hellen of Troy (Troy Ohio he would quickly add).

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