Putting it all in Perspective

I arrived home from work today to an incredibly touching photo.  It made me cry. It made me smile.  It made me so proud. 

  

The photo was a moment in the life of my grandchildren.  It came to me via text message.  It is not just any moment, but a significant moment.  Recognizing that they know they had an Auntie Kayla, even though they had never, nor will they ever meet. Those that follow my blog know she died at sixteen, and has been gone eleven years now. 

  

I have blogged many times about ensuring that the next generation hear our stories and that those stories are re-told for generations to come.  These wee ones know the stories.  In fact my grandson asks me for stories from my brain  when I visit. These stories are memories of myself as a child, his daddy and Uncle as a child and of course his Auntie. Being the doting grandmother, and a proud mom I’m only to happy to share the stories with him. 

Not all stories are good, but they all carry meaning. When he was old enough to ask what happened to his Auntie, his parents sat and explained about the accident.  To him it is a story. It allows him to put into perspective the loss of someone who is dear to our hearts. It also allows us to talk about her openly.  

 

With everything I have had going on in my world over the last weeks, months and days I needed this reminder from my grandchildren. I am living life.  I am having an adventure on Earth that is directed by me. If I choose to make it as amazing  as it can be, it will be. 

With that, I am moving on to my next great adventure on an incredibly beautiful island in the Pacific Ocean.  I am grateful for all I have, and cannot wait to experience what is yet to come.  I intend to let my soul shine and live like there is no tomorrow!  

  

And I know my daughter would be so proud of all of us.