Autoethnographies of Educators Learning and Teaching With/In [Dis]ability
Chapter 8: Help Wanted, by Casey Harhold
“When the going gets tough, the tough get going.” As much as I hated this phrase growing up, embracing it has helped just as much. Strength. The women in my family have always proven their strength. When something in this world knocked us down, that was our motto. Get up and get going.
There always seems to be someone in every family who unites the rest. A rock. My grandmother was the rock in our family. The person we loved, cared for, looked to for advice, and sought comfort from. As time ticks away, nothing stays the same. Strength is chipped away, with the passage of time and the inevitability of life changes. The world has a funny way of testing our strength as we move along.
The afternoon was cloudy, a light mist in the air. The sun was trying to peek out of the clouds, finding its way through the kitchen window where my mother, sister and I sat. It was Sunday, an afternoon spent thinking about and remembering the past. Talking. Sometimes laughing; sometimes crying. Talking about the one woman in our lives that we missed the most: Grandma. The woman who had impacted our lives in so many different ways. The woman who sat with us, so many times, at this very same table. Her chair is piled high with mail and paper, as if holding a place for her.
I remember how she used to sit in...
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