Catch her if she falls: the story of a girl and her grandmother


Therese Walsh is the author of The Last Will of Moira Leahy (Random House, October 2009), a Target Breakout Book, now available in paperback.

Therese is the co-founder of Writer Unboxed, a blog for writers about the craft and business of genre fiction. Before turning to fiction, she was a researcher and writer for Prevention magazine, and then a freelance writer. She’s had hundreds of articles on nutrition and fitness published in consumer magazines and online.

She has a master’s degree in psychology. Aside from writing, Therese’s favorite things include music, art, crab legs, Whose Line is it Anyway?, dark chocolate, photography, unique movies and novels, people watching, strong Irish tea, and spending time with her husband, two kids and their bouncy Jack Russell.

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Thirteen and Sixty-three

My grandmother was diagnosed with cancer when I was thirteen years old. Lung cancer; she’d been a cigarette smoker. She endured radiation and the grueling process of chemotherapy. She cried when a young acquaintance of mine—who eventually died from a form of juvenile cancer—had to endure the same thing, which was when we all knew the depth of the toll her therapy was taking on her.

She finished her therapy. It seemed, for a time, the cancer was gone. But then, just as swiftly, it wasn’t.

There were more rounds of radiation and chemo. I remember my father coaching her on, “Just visualize it, Ma—the army of white soldiers in your body, growing, growing stronger and larger, wiping out all of the enemies.” And she tried, I know she did.

Months later, it had gone too far; we knew then that the cancer was going to win.

I was, as I mentioned, thirteen. An awkward age. An I’m-not-sure-what-to-say-to-you age. I wasn’t able to sit down with my grandmother to talk about feelings or cancer or death or fear, and even if I had been capable of that, I’m not sure that I would’ve chosen to have that conversation. The bond between my grandmother and I had always been strong, though. “Two peas in a pod,” my father used to say, because our temperaments were so similar.

One day, a holiday—I can’t remember which—we were at my grandmother’s house, having a cookout. There were lawn chairs open all over the place—plastic laced chairs, metal chairs, an old recliner—as a sense of unwelcome closure suffused the air. My grandmother got up out of her chair for something, grabbed her walking cane, which she needed after the second round of therapy knocked the energy and strength out of her limbs. I stood up, walked beside her. I remember thinking, “Catch her if she falls. Watch her.” And I think I psyched myself out a bit, because when my grandmother took a turn around her roses, she wobbled a little—a natural wobble, nothing to worry about—and I practically lunged for her, ready to catch her. My grandmother, seeing me out of sorts, flailing as I must have been, startled, thought I was falling, and reached for me.

“You okay?” she asked, her hand on my arm, my hands on her.

I nodded. Awkward. Embarrassed. Thirteen. Letting go.

She died shortly after that day, but I will never forget it.

~Therese Walsh

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8 Responses to “Catch her if she falls: the story of a girl and her grandmother”

  1. What a wonderfully touching story. Interesting how something that would ordinarily seem small becomes such a big part of our lives. Thank you for sharing this with us.

  2. Q says:

    Thanks for this good essay. It is the small moments sometimes. Good luck with the paperback release!

  3. Having loved ‘The Last Will of Moira Leahy,’ I especially enjoyed this essay. In the book, Therese deftly examines her main character’s past, giving us glimpses into who she was as a 13-year-old, and the events that shaped her as she grew up. So it’s pretty cool to be given this real-life look at the author’s past, too. It’s a touching tribute. Thanks, Therese, for sharing it at Q4K.

  4. Heather Leah says:

    Wow, in this small space you shared a small moment that has lasted and touched a lifetime. In this moment, you and your grandmother were witnesses, protectors, arms for each other, and that’s a beautiful moment to have. In THE WAY OF THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR, Dan Millman says, “There are no ordinary moments.” And this is a beautiful example of that. Watch, pay attention, be love in that moment, and its power and beauty is a strong testament to both you and your grandmother. Thank you for sharing, Therese!

  5. evan says:

    very good piece — builds right up to that unexpected but REAL moment.

  6. BD says:

    What a beautiful essay. I look forward to checking out your book!

  7. Reenie says:

    Oh to be as strong, kind and wise as our grandmothers. This is a lovely essay Therese…and you a very loving and selfless 13 year old. The Last Will of Moira Leahy is now on my next to read list!

  8. Thanks for all the lovely comments, everyone; and thanks for the invitation to post, Alicia. It was moving for me to revisit that memory and put it to words.

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