Yeah, so, it's been a while. I feel like I get a little redundant if I write in my journal and blog all the time, so the journal sticks and the blog flounders. But that's ok...
I saw a link to my Aunt Dorothea's blog on facebook yesterday and went to it and I've actually become a little addicted to her and Warren's life, and to my beautiful cousins Rebecca and Joseph. I saw a link to her friend's blog, and read some of that. She writes a lot about her baby girl who died a couple months ago, and it's so personal and heart-rending and I feel guilty for treading in her grief. But I want to say that her words hold so much hope. She has real grief, and pain, and anger, and worries, but she also has hope, and faith, and courage, and strength. I want to thank her for that.
Right now I'm sitting in my room, to the left of me the text book that I'm supposed to be reading, my pants wet and cold from walking in the snow, and a guilty tug in my mind everyonce in a while when I let myself remind me that I really should be at work. This semester I've really only had time to work once a week (my job is really flexible, which is great), and that day has been Fridays, but this Friday my Unlce Jon is marrying Lisa Whitaker, and that day will be taken up in family. I am so excited.
Jon has always really been my big brother, especially since we lived with him for four years when I was younger and he was in high school. He has been such an example, and so cheerful too. We are all really happy for him, and I want to get to know this woman who won Jon away a little better.
On another note, when I looked at my last post, I realized that I never really wrote down my goals for this year...quite possible the first time in my literate life that I haven't done that. Oops. But thanks Mom and Dad for creating traditions, and thanks for the freedom to break them.
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