April 6, 2011
No, no picture. I looked at that pictures and there's NO picture like her. GULP - gotta drink a BIG drink for this one. How can I describe my gramma? Why would you care? Well IF you care, she was a...as my mother describes her, a "saint'. And a Catholic doesn't say that lightly. No, she wasn't a sain't, she was a human being with her faults and her weaknesses, but she was GOOD. She knew her husband ran around, didn't she? She knew her daughter didn't love her daughter and she knew her husband (who was raising his granddaughter) was a prick...and still she tried to make peace. Every time I hear "Blessed are the peacemakers" I think of her. She TRIED. Succeed? No. But TRIED. I prayed and prayed that I would be a peacemaker....HAHA!!! I TRY. They accuse me of wanting for selfish reasons...SO? I WANT PEACE. I don't give a fuck why.