The things I do know are that she was born on a lovely Friday the 13th in September 1963. She had a chemical imbalance and did quite a few things that would be considered as extreme ways of getting attention. She left home, got married, and never came back until she died in 1994.
I've always had things I wanted to ask to her...
...What was dad really like when he was a kid?
...Was Great Grandma the grandma every kid wishes for?
...Who was the guy everyone wanted a date with when you were a kid?
...Were you ever as confused as I am?
...What in the world is "hump day?" (I seriously do not know what this means)
...Can I have your Barbies?
...If not, Can I borrow your Barbies?
...And since we're on the subject of Barbies, Was dad bad at playing with Barbies because he's a boy?
...Did you ever force dad into playing dress up? (The thought itself makes me laugh)
...Why did you do the things you did?
...Were you as mean as dad always said you were?
...Did you ever know about me?
...If you did, Why didn't you come see me in person?
...Did you ever want to come back?
...Why didn't you come back?
...Did you leave so you could figure yourself out?
The things I want to say...
...Hahaha I know right?!
...Ginger's are awesome!
...Don't worry... we're just connecting our freckles.
...Slumber Partay!!!!
...Good God we just ate all that cookie dough... it was magnificent!
...I love you eventhough I have never met you.
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them. --Thomas Merton
