The Jilting of Granny Weatherall Analytical Essay

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“The Jilting of Granny Weatherall” Analytical Essay “The Jilting of Granny Weatherall” is a short story written by Katherine Anne Portier about an elderly woman on her deathbed. Granny Weatherall is a very interesting character and the story describes her last thoughts and memories as she lies there taking her last breaths. Granny Weatherall is perceived as an independent and strong-willed character that has lived a full life. As she lies on her deathbed, she drifts in and out of consciousness and seems to not have a full grasp on reality. As she nears the end of her life, the reader is able to understand her thoughts and feelings, and feels how the elderly woman is struggling with coming to terms with dying. The themes in this …show more content…
Granny was left alone with the priest on her wedding day, and now, on her deathbed, is left alone with the priest again and faces death alone. The third theme is death; in her final hours, Granny is forced to evaluate her life and how she has lived it. Early in the story she seems to be at peace with it, “she had spent so much time preparing for death there was no need for bringing it up again.” The truth is she is struggling with death. She is too weak to get out of bed, yet denies the fact that she is truly ill. The story ends with her blowing out the light, which leads the reader to understand how her life has come to an end. The final theme of memory is shown as Granny weaves in and out of reality and memories of her past. She seems to find strength from being left at the alter and then finds comfort in the memories of her late husband, John, and her children. The memories of the other man make her a bit uneasy with thoughts that her children would find the letters in the attic. There is one moment that she actually wants to tell her daughter to find George and “be sure and tell him I forgot him.” The tone of this story seems to portray Granny’s bitterness, which is seen during a part of her consciousness when she hears her daughter and the doctor whispering, “Wait, wait, Cornelia,
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