The last day of the year. Time flies when we are trying to make ends meet.
So much we want to do in life...so little we really find the time for.
is it that some people accomplish so much? Why do I seem to lack the
drive others do? Like Gram, sigh. Even without the benefit of a decent
education, she owned her own businesses, her own homes. She raised her
family and helped with Bill and I and with grandfather John's children.
Gram, you are AMAZING. I love and admire you SO MUCH! Did the men in
your life help you with the housework? I have no clue. I only remember
Vern. I am SURE John helped you but I am not sure about any of the
others in your life.
My grandmother makes me feel like such a
whiner. GRRRRRRR. How do people do this whole life thing? Why am I so
unable? So inadequate?