I felt embarrassed

I made the mistake of letting a co-worker read the story about my Grandma before I posted it.  I was trying to be open and share. I was proud of it. I know I am not writer. I have found that telling small stories about me, my life, and my family are helpful to my understanding of myself.  My co-worker read what I was working on, but she did not ‘get it’.  She said the story was nice, but why is it important? She asked.  Does the world care about your dead grandmother?  I felt embarrassed.  (I don’t think I will let her read anymore.)  I don’t think she understood personal significance of just telling about it.  I am at a time in my life where I need to let go, move on and take control.  My blog is not about using proper grammar and turning a beautiful phrase.  I will leave that to the professionals.  Also our time on earth is limited.  I have seen loved ones pass.  I don’t want all my life to be forgotten. I hope that someone will take value in knowing I shared part of myself.  I know only a hand full of people may read what I write, but it is important to me.  I have lived a life like no one else.  My sister, who reads my blog, said I write and my voice comes through.  I appreciate that.