Another book read and another review to share – this time it’s the memoir Not Really Gone by Blaire Sharp http://ow.ly/ENr0303SJXE
Blurb: “In every family there is a rock—the person that keeps things together. In Blaire Sharpe’s family, that rock was her grandma. As she shares the inspiring story of her relationship with her grandma, Blaire expands on the notion of what it really means to be loved.
When she was just an infant, Blaire’s troubled parents divorced. Since both parents were incapable of raising Blaire and her siblings, the children were slated for foster care—until their grandmother, Eleanor, stepped in to raise them as her own. As Eleanor valiantly struggled against a family legacy of alcoholism and depression, she modeled strength and wisdom to endure the most challenging of times. Still, Blaire’s life was not perfect. As she matured into adulthood, she battled addictions that eventually led her into recovery, just as Eleanor’s health began to decline. When she found herself sandwiched between two generations, each increasingly needy, Blaire poignantly reveals how she discovered the true meaning of love and commitment, and the essence of what it means to be a mother.
Not Really Gone is the story about the undying love a grandmother gave her granddaughter—a love that inspired her to carry on and become the rock in her own family.”
My Thoughts: So who is Blaire Sharpe and why should we be interested in her story? Well she’s “nobody” in respect of today’s celebrity obsessed world, and yet she could be any one of us. I’m sure her story is in no way unique and the trials of her life many of us will have experienced in our own lives, and yet this is part of the beauty of this book. This is an ordinary person sharing with us the story of her sometimes very troubled and difficult life.
This book is written with such honesty that it can sometimes be difficult to read, exposing wounds that can be very raw at times and I cannot imagine what courage it must have taken to reveal all of your flaws to the world in such a way.
The enduring love and strength of Blaire’s grandmother, Eleanor, shines strongly throughout the whole book and when age means that the role of carer and cared for are reversed you get a real feel of how much of Eleanor’s strength has been passed on to her granddaughter.
I can only imagine how many tears must have been shed in the writing of this book, as plenty were shed in the reading of it. All in all a wonderful tribute to a clearly remarkable woman – or should that be two remarkable women. The sort of book that stays with you and you feel honoured to have been invited to share in the lives of these people.