On Monday February 16, 2009 my grandmother went home to our Lord and we buried her that Friday February 20. She had been suffering for many years and I know it would be selfish of me to say that I wish she was still with us, so I won't. She chose when she wanted to die and she went peacefully to a place where she will no longer feel any pain and where she can watch over each and every loved one that was close to her. She was a well loved woman who brought joy into everyone's lives that she came in contact with. Indeed she is a woman who will be greatly missed. Granted her body gave away and we buried the outer shell that was her, but her spirit and memory lives on in each and every person who knew her.
It's been a long couple years for my family and I to the point where we all our emotionally exhausted and our hearts are heavy with her passing. Though, in her death the bond between my family grew stronger and old hurts between family members were forgiven and reconciled. Which is something I think she wanted most for us. She wanted us to be a family again and to celebrate her memory and take part in each others lives.
Life is a precious thing, something that should be shared with each other. It's not something that should be wasted on hatred, fear, resentment, or regret. One should live life to it's fullest, laugh as often as possible and love like there is no tomorrow. Forgive those who have done you wrong and set yourself free from any regret that you may have.
Today, my family and I will take one final walk through of her home before it is sold. A walk through that I'm sure will be filled with laughs and tears. Honestly, I'm not ready to let go of her home because it's hard to imagine someone else living there. Not to mention knowing that each time I pass her house in my travels I'll know I'll never be able to go there again and be surrounded by the memories that were shared in her home. Call it stupid because it's been two years since her passing, but let me tell you her death is still very fresh in my mind, the wounds haven't healed. Yes, time has healed some of the pain, but it's still there. It'll be awhile before I'm able to accept the fact that someone else is living in her home. I just hope that they create their own memories in her home because it was a house filled with love and laughter.
But enough about work, my son is now 6 years old and he is my life. He never fails to bring a smile to my lips or add a laugh to my voice. Hard to believe that he's growing up as fast as he is...cripez he's so smart and nearly half my size. Pretty soon I am gonna have to make him sit down in order for me to punish him because he will be towering over me. Oh well, that'z the way thingz work.
Hmm well, I'm not sure what else to post in here so I think I am going to end here for now until I come up with something.
fluWhat a week, I started my first day of "college" January 2nd, except the day before I started school my son came down with what seems to be a 24 hour flu. No biggie, got him feeling better, dropped him off at his dad's and went to school. The first class I have to take is English Composition. It's a two hour class starting at 7:30 a.m. M-F, for six weeks. Thankfully I like English and writing so it should be a breeze for me. Anyways, my instructor seems pretty nice which will make the time pass by quickly.
Wednesday I ended up coming down with what my son had earlier in the week, which wasn't fun at all. I didn't get much sleep, couldn't keep anything down, coughing, and runny nose. Needless to say I missed school Thursday because I wasn't feeling all that well still and I didn't wanna bring whatever I had to the rest of the class. I ended up sleeping most of the day away on my couch while my son played and climbed all over me. When my mom got home from work her and I discussed whether or not I should return to school on Friday or not. We came to the conclusion that I should stay home and get completely well before returning to class. I wouldn't be doing myself any justice by re-infecting myself (most of the class is coughing and sneezing like I was) and risk again getting them sick with what I have. So, I ended up e-mailing my teacher explaining to her that I was sick with the flu which is why I had missed class. I also asked if she could tell me what I had missed during my absence so that I can complete the assignments by Monday and turn them in. I think that I like college better, because in High School, you didn't have the option to e-mail your teacher and get your missed assignments in a timely manner so you can do them before you return to class. It's easier and more convenient for the student. So, since I didn't have to get up at 5:45 in the morning, I broke down and took some Nyquil last night and I actually got a full nights rest, without waking up a dozen times in the middle of the night. When I woke up this morning I felt better than I have in the past couple days despite still being sick. Checked my e-mail, got the assignments from my teacher and am ready to get busy on them so I'm not to far behind in class.
Who knows maybe tomorrow I will be feeling a whole lot better so I can go out drinking for a little bit because my Birthday is on Sunday and I haven't went out in at least 6 months. It'd be nice to escape the drama I have been through over the past months, kick back and relax with my friends. Have a few laughs and dance the night away.
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