I had a dream about my Grampa too. He died when I was 8 years old. The dream was much, much later. Maybe I'll blog about that someday. C ya! read the rest
I don't expect you to do what I had to...at least not the exact way I did. I just wanted you to know that I made it. I am better for it. I am strong... indomitable really ; ) Everything happens for a reason. I love the way you helped your little read the rest
Now you have it!!! Wisdom and Understanding...the High Road. Now the blame and personality conflicts are "over". You see the light. You are free to understand and diffuse every conflict. Speak the truth with love and get on with it. : ) Isn't read the rest
My Grama died when I was 17. It was Christmas Day. She was my rock. I too had neglected her in the end. I talked to her. I called. I even saw her. But I had distanced myself from her. I don't know why. I was already giving up on life. In my own read the rest