...and time will keep ticking....

I dont know how many people still read this but I still write... *wave* to all that do still read it and I'd love it if comments were left if your still out there?

My grandmother is actually doing a little better. I saw her yesterday and she knew who I was, what was going on around her and she was happy to see me. Other then that... not a whole lot going on.

I am right now the age Cindy was when she was sick, from July - October she was 35 which I am now and then November she was 36 which I will be. She would be 40 this year... There isn't a day that passes that I dont miss her as much as the day she left. I can still see her face smiling at me when I would sit in front of her and rub out her legs from the pain. I just kept reading her eyes... we were never very good at opening up to each other, once in a rare while we did.

But we both knew we loved each other, and that was solid. No matter what.

Hey... remember this, and only this...

"Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain"

A very long life...

Imagine this... you sit in a chair, watching the sun set down for the very last time, on a beautiful summer day. Every colour of the sky beaming with beauty, you know that it was a work of art. You shut your eyes for the last time... but to everyone else, they see you the next day, but you dont know them, or yourself for that matter.

My Grandmother, Faye, she's 95 years old... and slipping slowly into herself. Two days ago, I know she saw and remembered her last sunset... today, she wont remember that sunset... she grasps to know who anyone is. We're loosing her... 95 years of memories, watching the world change around her, children being born, people leaving this world... and she stayed to see it.

I hope that she gets to see Cindy soon without any pain or suffering. I wish nothing more then that. I will not be selfish and wish her to stay... she's got a path, like the rest of us, and she's on it, we can walk some of it with her, but inevitably, she has to take this path alone...

I'm just going to miss her... but I'm on my path...where I see people born, die, the world changing around me...and someday... well you know the rest.

Peace to all.
Sherry