So, it's been a few weeks since Grams and I started going through all the notes and stories of her life. She's been trying to write a book for, well.. As long as I can remember. I volunteered to help her put all her notes in chronological order and then write the book. I have come to realize a few things.
First, Grams is pretty cool in her old fashioned way. The stories, written in her own words and then told to me in her perspective, have been enlightening. Some of the best stories are a bit naughty.. And she doesn't want me to include them in the story of her life. Grams can make me nearly piss myself in pure laughter.
Second, due to the large volume of notes that she took, her "diary", and the fact that she's 80 something and counting make me realize that her book may indeed be my life's work. I'm not turned off by this. It's just a tad daunting.
Third, story telling is in the genes. Come to find out, Grams' Auntie wrote a book. So, this may explain my desire to start my diary 'on the line'. I kept looking into blogging forever... Finally just did it.
And last, I'll never regret the extra, quality filled time I'm spending with her. We get together once a week for a few hours. And I'm enjoying the fact that I totally FEEL like the favorite:)
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