It's strange how one day can be filled with so much, while others come and go so effortlessly and you struggle to find significance in that day. I'm typing this with my arm resting on my baby belly and feeling my son move. Aside from it being father's day, that's pretty significant and definitely a good thing to remember about today. However, yesterday was much more eventful. I went to a birthing class and my reunion, and while at my reunion, my grandma passed. It's strange. It just feels strange, and so I'm trying to remember the good things about the day and about the time I spent with her growing up. I remember sitting on her lap when I was little, her watching her "stories," her white beans (I don't like anyone else's), her sitting on the swing on the back porch, her getting excited when I openned my barbie at Christmas time, and some other little things. It makes me realize how much I need to live and not waste the days I'm blessed to have the opportunity to "live." In spite of everything else, I"m so thankful she was surrounded by her family and never alone. I hope she saw it as a blessing.
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