I love writing. I love that I can pour my thoughts, feelings and fears onto a keyboard and somehow while getting them out, my heart feels soothed. I don’t care if no one reads this or if when they do, they disagree with something Ive written. I don’t write for anyone but myself. Sometimes I have a very complicated mind, somewhat pessimistic when it comes to self-reflection.
This coming weekend, I’m speaking at a funeral. I’m taking words that I’ve written about someone I love very much and sharing them with others. This is something I want to do. I want to share stories and memories and share all the love that I have for my gram. I need other people to hear and understand what she meant to me. I have to tell them what I got to have and do and see with her. They need to feel what’s in my heart through the words that I speak. I want them to know the richness that was gifted to me because of this woman. She gave me my mom. Because of her, I have my very own family.
I have so much to say and share. Here’s to hoping Gram can take a break from Grampa for a little bit in heaven to hear my words. Here’s to wearing my heart on my sleeve. Here’s to the strong, opinionated and crazy woman I am because of her. Here’s to my life. May I leave half the legacy that she has.