Either the older I get, the quirkier I get OR the older I get, the more I recognize my quirks. However, the older I get, the more I realize that I come by my quirkiness honestly. My G.G. (great-grandmother) died on Monday night. It's been a very hard and exhausting week, but I have had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with my family. I pretty much have the craziest, quirkiest family you will ever meet, but we also love eachother and have more fun with eachother than any family you will ever meet. Its kind of one of those things that you just have to experience in order to understand (attempt to understand). If you know me very well, you know that I love to listen to people tell stories and sometimes I just randomly ask people to make up stories to tell me. I have been able to listen to a lot of stories the past couple of days, some of them new to me and some of them I have grown up hearing. As much as I love stories, I have realized their downfall this week. I have a feeling that one day I will have a family of my own and those people will be very special to me. My great-grandmother was one of the most special women that I have known and if I ever have a husband and children they will never be able to completely understand what made her so special. I can tell them stories, but they will never get to experience the impact that her presence made wherever she was.
Anyways, enough of that. I hope you are all having a beautiful week and enjoying the spring weather!

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