Grandma and Grandpa

I have been working hard on writing my book, and I pulled out my old journals and stumbled upon some of my grandparents' writings. Yesterday I was a wreck reading through things, as they were literally answering my questions through their writing. That is one very important reason I feel so driven to write my history for the kids. I have my journals they can read when I die, but they are all mixed up. I want them to be able to see it in order as it played out. It's been so ha

I’m over here feeling sentimental. I wrote a post about my grandfather, and on Memorial Day my sister called me saying she had been thinking about him. I asked, “Did you read my blog?” She said no :( Then we started talking about all the things we used to do for him. I wish we could have talked longer, but she was at work and had to go. I probably made some of it about me — I’ll be honest, I do that sometimes. It’s one of the many faults I picked up from my mother. But that’s

After class, I talked to my coach, and she recommended more protein and fewer carbs. So that’s the plan starting today. I already had my eggs this morning, which is saying something because I NEVER eat breakfast. But anyways… that’s not really the point of this post. I was talking to my friend and neighbor on the drive home from the gym. She takes me every day, and we were both saying how almost insulting it feels when doctors label us as “obese.” We’re trying. We’re working

We are getting closer to Monday, and my subconscious is trying to take over me. Today I got a call from Zack asking if I would go hold Caleb so Emily could have a little R&R. Of course! And then the thought hit me — what if I don’t wake up on Monday? They are putting me under to get my polyps removed and check on some other stuff. What if I can’t wake up? I told Anthony NOT to take me off life support. I will come back! My grandbabies and my children need me. Then it made me

December 28, 1998 Well, I got you, Diary, for Christmas three days ago from my grandmother. Today was very, very hard. My grandpa went to the hospital because he had a heart attack. I keep thinking it might have been caused by me. I am 18 years old and pregnant. I told my grandparents on Thanksgiving when we came home from my Aunt Debbie’s house. My cousin had just turned one, and she is seven and a half months pregnant—but she is planning to give her baby up for adoption. I