It’s been 4 years now, and I was looking back at pictures from her funeral. It was so nice to have all of my family together. She really was the glue that held us together.
It just brought a heightened awareness of my loneliness.
However, I’m also reminded of the great things I learned that week. I know my grandma (and other ancestors) keeps an eye on me, and that has helped me a lot since moving west.
I need to set goals so I can feel like I’m progressing. I look at my life and I feel like I’m stalled. (Haha, story of my life.) Am I wasting opportunities I’m given?
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