image by Dan Simmons, Dan Simmons.com
Oh my dears.. there is so so much to tell you. I fear that I have neglected you so. I’ve hoarded my words. I’ve stashed my thoughts away in a safe hidden place.
I don’t want to do that anymore.
At least… not the way I have been for months.
This is a forewarning to those who are faint of heart…
Things are about to get… very very real again on here. Real beyond love stories. Real and sometimes mundane.
I just want to tell these stories before they disappear.
Because unfortunately, my genetics are telling me that it may very well be my destiny.
Two sets of grandparents are currently undergoing this painful process that doctors call “The long goodbye.” My grandmother on my mother’s side is farther along. She is becoming a shell of the person she once was. She barely remembers my mother or my aunts and uncles. And, while she and I were never really close, nor me with my mother, I know that this is hurting the family around her who are close to her.
My grandfather on my dad’s side is also going through stages of Alzheimer’s. Ironically, he is one of those unforgettable people. He is the guy that is constantly making friends everywhere. Who is the reason I probably talk so much. Who… is one of my absolute favorite people (outside of my children) in the entire world (the other being his wife).
My heart is breaking as I am seeing one of the most wonderful and inspirational people- slowly but surely forgetting more and more of his life… of his memories… of the beauty that he helped to show the world… that he gave to me… that….
I don’t want the world to disappear without knowing my stories anymore.
Granted, I’m not going to tell you everything. If you want that, pick a lifecaster. There are some things beautiful about sharing every single detail about ones life, and there are things beautiful in not. I’m choosing a land of in between. And that’s… ok.
It is my hope that you find something in these posts to bring you back again and again. Perhaps it’s because of something inspiring. Perhaps it’s just something silly. Perhaps it’s comfort in mundane (oh how I wish some days to be more mundane). But, if nothing else, I want these stories out there. For the one day I can’t remember them. For the chance that someone will. Because words are the way a person never truly dies.
But until then, here are a bunch of silly pictures of tombstones. Because there are enough posts coming up that you can be sad about and well, some of these images hopefully will help make you smile. Note: none of these images are mine so please don’t sue me folks.