I spent most of last night on the phone with Grandma. If you know Mom, you know how stressful her relationship was with Grandma. I was never strong enough to stand up to her. I would never disagree, I would live in neutral land, never taking a stand.
Last night, enough was enough. Mom always told me if she sounded like Grandma, to tell her. That was one of her worst fears. Mom and I talked about this. I figured that Grandpa tempered Grandma, and now that he is no longer here, there is no longer a buffer.
Maybe you will read what Grandma could not hear. You will never have enough time to tell the people you love what they mean to you, even if you have forever. You will never have enough time to forget the regrets, the I wish I would have done this/said this/been this. You make the choice to hold on to the reasons that keep you from the joy of knowing and loving someone. Love is not measured by deeds or actions. Love is not conditional.
Your life is what you make of it. If you chose to sit in your hatred and jealousy, I will not sit beside you and hold your hand.
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