dynastylnoire:rampyourvoice:This is the last BlackOut Day for 2015. I didn’t take a bunch of pics t
dynastylnoire:rampyourvoice:This is the last BlackOut Day for 2015. I didn’t take a bunch of pics this quarter, but I had to share a few that I took for Halloween & wearing one of my Christmas shirts for the season. I also decided to share a picture of me & my Grandma for today. This past week has been rough because she’s not doing well, & we’re uncertain what will happen. She’s a fighter, & has remained stable for the past 5 days, which has been a blessing. My emotions have been on a major rollercoaster since Tuesday, Dec. 15th when she has her health crisis, but I’m making it each day. This photo was the last picture we took together; it was on her 85th birthday in August 2014. When I looked at this photo this morning, I forgot how my Grandma looked before she got really sick this year, & what transpired within the last week - I’m so glad to have these handful of photos of her so that I won’t forget. This Holiday season is probably the roughest one I’ve endured in my 30 years on this planet. But I’m making the best of it. One comforting moment was me remembering last night a favorite story Grandma used to tell about me. I was about 6 years old, & I had to go potty during the night of Christmas Eve. As with any child, I was so scared that Santa would see me. Grandma had to take me to the bathroom (this was before my rodding surgery; I couldn’t walk or bear pressure on my legs until after I had that surgery & got the rods implanted). I remember her carrying me to the bathroom, & saying that we had to be very quiet & quick so that Santa wouldn’t catch us. Boy, was I a quiet little mouse that night, lol. Once I finished tinkling, she & I rushed back to the bed, & Santa didn’t see us. When my Grandma told that story, she always said how tickled she was that I was so quiet & didn’t want to be caught. It’s memories like that that I’m holding dear to me right now, & ones that will forever be in my heart. All I want for Christmas is for my Grandma to continue to fight for however long she can - she’s a tough, strong, caring, loving woman; the Matriarch of our family. Everything I am & will forever be is due to her; I am forever indebted to her in life & in spirit. The bond we share is unparalleled - no one will ever love me, care for me, & support me unconditionally as she has in her 86th years. So, this BlackOut is a bit different for me than the other ones I’ve participated in, but I’m still thankful & blessed, despite the challenges & uncertainties that are present. ~ Vy, forever a spoiled Grandbaby ::hugs:::: sis if you ever want to talk I’m here -- source link