My life is an open book for all to see. Read if you will, all my experiences and tell me how it makes you feel.


This is my Grandma. The strongest woman I have ever known.
I will never be as strong and beautiful and kind as she was. Right now I'm weak and sad and missing her terribly. Other people seem to think it's so easy to get over the loss of a grandparent, but it isn't, espescially when you have lived with them your entire life. Other people grieve for a bit when the grandmother that lived in another province that they saw once every five years dies , but when that grandparent has raised you from he time you were four, it's ALOT harder. Part of me wants to be there with her, and part of me wants this pain not to end so her memory wont fade. She was the only woman in this house that wasn't an overindulgent selfcentred addict. And I know that I didn't get that from my grandmas side. Too be continued.....