Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Frenchie...leader of the pact

A moment so far away from flowers or jewelry...

I new when I started this blog that I wouldn't be the everyday blogger making a statement by my eyes and here I am in March of 2013 writing my first blog of the year! So many different events to catch up on, yet so in the past that I don't even want to comment or post about. Instead I feel like expressing whats happening at this very moment. I booked a wedding in Boston that I'm thrilled about and have been  inspired and dreaming about floral chandeliers. I have had several boy crushes that have worked out to be nothing but a dream. I have been dreaming of having an old car again. I have been dreaming about that big move into my new amazing home. Dreaming about love...and I have been dreaming about my grandfather that is ill and slowly passing....although he is not in pain, I feel a bit torchered by this whole process...a slow death so to speak that everyone knows is on it's way. So morbid I know, but so the truth which I cannot deny. It breaks my heart and I miss him everyday.

I love old music, it sparks something in me, and changes my character for a few minutes behind the curtains. I have the oldies station on and it makes me smile and dance as though I belonged to that generation. It's in my veins and I feel I owe this to all my grandparents. They have been my core, my teachers, my influence in life. Perley, the green thumb genious, whom exhausted me as a child and made me wish I paid more attention as an adult. I'm lucky to still have my grand-mothers that I adore and still influence who I am.  Leader of the pact  comes on and I start thinking a different meaning because of my grand-fathers illness. I think of my brothers and how my grand-father has been their world, their leader since they were infants. We were fortunate enough to live on connected property so the everyday business of wondering where are the boys was not really a question of "where are the boys?" because we always new they were in the garage with the frenchie, our grand-father and their father, JR. As young adults now, they know family is core and carry that family traditional which makes this sister proud.  They are gentlemen, they are wise asses, they "know it all", they shovel and plow and rake our family plot which is a big deal back east, they are kind, generous, and have their grand-father in their lil souls.  I guess the point to this entire post is that I am surrounded by all this love and reminded about how love should be....so sincere, so extreme, so real, and so long...forever committed, forever loved. I see this in my grand-parents and hope that I am able to someday have my own love story that is real...old school and forever...love you Gerard. 

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