Bittersweet

Well I got back in town Monday morning from Louisiana. My great grandmother passed away last week and her funeral was Saturday. It seems that there is always something going on. I guess what people say is true, when it rains it pours. Sometimes I just want to give up and let everything go. However, I know that I can't. I look at my son and he is my strength. I can't sit here and say the whole trip was sad and depressing because it wasn't. It became a celebration. My great grandmother lived a full life of 87 years and she wouldn't want everyone to be sad, so we weren't. We celebrated her life and enjoyed being around our family. This was my son's first trip to Louisiana and he got to meet a big part of his family. He got to see his father and big sister for the first time in 5 months. It felt awesome to have my little family together again, as well as my big family. We were able to support each other and not dwell on the reason for the trip. When Sunday evening came around it took everything in me to hold it together. I didn't want to leave. My family means so much to me it hurt to leave. The only thing that made it easier was the fact that my son and I will be returning after the semester is over. YAY! I'm so ready to go back home again!

                                   My son and stepdaughter. These two make life worth living!

My Little Family