Tonight’s guest post comes from Sarah. She owns Envy salon in Richmond and is an all-around awesome person.
My grandma died. We called her DeeDee. I named her that. I was her first grandchild. She was my second mom.
At the service they said, “The name DeeDee came from Baby Sarah. She would squeal ‘deedeeeedeeedeeeedeeeedeedee’ in her face. So when Sarah started talking, that’s what she called her.” As long as I can remember that’s what everyone called her.
After the news landed and strange forms of attempted comfort started rolling in they started to say “Y’know, I’ve always heard that when you lose someone ya love that means life will bring ya a baby to love.” And then their eyes, like spotlights, were on my stomach. I could see them drawing a picture of my uterus sprouting an alien bean.
“I’m not pregnant. I’m just fatter than I used to be!”