Easter Ghosts

Spending time with my family. As I stated in my previous blog my family is everything to me. Without them I wouldn't be where I am today. I wouldn't know what I know and I wouldn't be the person that I am without them. Each and every day I am so thankful that I have my husband, mom and two brothers still in my life. Even though I no longer have my dad and grandfather here to help guide me I feel them with me each and every day. I realized that when someone is alive and well you sometime's take for granted what they tried to tell or show you while you were growing up. When I was little I used to think that my dad and poppy would be here with me forever and I didn't think about how much time I actually had with them.

Now here I am;24 years old and wishing that I could rewind time and paid more attention to what they were trying to tell me. Sure I can recall the life lessons intertwined in their childhood stories that they would tell me, but at the time I just thought they were stories and didn't look at them as anything important. So now here we are, another holiday; the first time without my dad and going on the third year without my poppy. People tell you with time that things will get easier and the pain will slowly go away. Each and every day I'm reminded of them somehow, someway and I know that the pain won't go away, but the memories I made with them while they were here comfort me.

The world looks at Easter as a time to celebrate Christ or have a bunch of chocolate bunnies, but I've always viewed Easter as another holiday that I can spend time with my family. The people I love and the people who mean the most to me. Like I said when I was younger I took a lot of things for granted, but with time and age I've learned that you should live every day to the fullest and take everything and everyone in because you don't know how much longer you have with them. So hug your family just a little bit tighter this holiday...Happy Easter

Dead Silence

My mom gave me the idea to start a blog while she was on vacation. I've heard of blogs and knew a few people that had written them before, but I never gave it a thought to actually write one myself. Sure I love to write, it's my favorite thing to do when I'm not spending time with my family. I love the feeling of getting lost when I write. It's almost like I'm in my own world and nothing or no one can interrupt me here. It reminds me of the dead of winter when a sound can't be heard and all you see are the snowflakes falling from the sky. It's so quiet and peaceful and this is exactly why winter is my favorite season.
 
As I sit here I wonder what I should be writing about, what someone else would want to read and for the life of me I can only think of one thing. I can only write about life. People are curious about what goes on in another person's life because we're hardwired to wonder what our life would be like if we were someone else. I've wondered about this my entire life; well the past 24 years anyway. I used to wonder what it would be like to be a famous celebrity or an author that wrote a book that changed the way people view the world.

Sadly I haven't become a famous celebrity and I still haven't written that book yet. Still I don't see a reason not to keep on doing what I love, just because I haven't changed the world. Maybe I'm meant to change the world in a different way or maybe, just maybe, my time to write that book hasn't come yet. For now I'll settle with trying to reach out and show the world what I'm made of and what makes me and my life interesting.