Let's start with the good news first. Corbin turned 1 yesterday. I successfully helped in keeping another human being alive for 365 days. That's dope. I'll have more about those thoughts in future posts. That sweet child of mine was born 3.19.18 and was the happiest of days. Then I get a call 3.20.18 that my grandma had passed and everything changed. Was hurt that I didn't get to say goodbye. Hurt that she never got to see her newest great-grandchild. It had been something she was trying to get to happen sooner rather than later. Anytime I called or talked to her she would ask, "How's that baby coming?" She was never the one to beat around the bush and I loved that about her...almost as much as her cooking.
Today it's something that we are struggling with. Thought I'd be ok. Made it through most of the day and it hit me all of a sudden. Though about my mom, all her brothers and what they must be going through today. I want it to be easier for all of us while also staying embracing that pain. Just shows how much of a lasting mark that stubborn lady had on her family. And because of that I know that it'll never get any easier. For that I'm forever grateful
for my grandma.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1h9bcrC6Q8
She wouldn't like the song one bit though
#parentalparadox
