I’m still trippin from those old letters from Grandma so I went into my parents room and hopped into bed with them as a joke and we just laughed and talked for a bit about some stuff. Just arbitrary stuff, like the new linens and the movies they watched and whats for dinner tomorrow. They didn’t have to know how I was feeling, and it would just hurt my dad because I know he still misses his mother. So I didn’t mention it, I just talked to them for a moment or two before telling them goodnight and that I loved them. They just laughed and said they loved me back and for me to go to bed for work tomorrow.
And after leaving, I realized that’s probably one of the biggest blessings I have, my relationship with my parents. We are the 3 musketeers. We fight sometimes, but ultimately they are extremely supportive and loving and I wouldn’t be nearly as strong as I am now without them.
And I thought about Grandma, and I know if she could see us now that she would be overjoyed at how happy I am, how happy we all are, because we are together.
And that, most of all I think, makes me feel really grateful for the life I’ve had, and it reminds me that there are so many wonderful things left for me to experience, that I shouldn’t let the few bad things bog me down. My grandmother lived through a genocide, and even after witnesses that, her eyes would still light up when I said the word ‘kitty cat’ in Bosnian, or when I dropped food on the floor and ate it anyway. She lived through hell, and came out of it still kind, still hopeful.
She lived that. So I’m gonna live that.