Peter taught me, more in his dying than his life, ironically, to live life to the fullest. He says he's lived three lifetimes, and when my time comes, I hope I can say that too. Peter lived the way that everyone else is scared to. He was impulsive and hedonistic, and there were times it worked out and times it didn't. But Peter never had to ask himself what would have happened. He always plunged in. He always made me smile, and today he made me cry. I know he didn't mean to help raise me, but he really did.
My grandmother (combined with my mother) made me the woman I am today. She always used to tell me, "Have an opinion." Those of you who know me know that opinions are something I have never been short of. She taught me to speak me mind. She taught me to cook and to bake. And to swear. She was virtually the perfect grandmother. And I am so grateful for all if the memories I have of her and the lessons she taught me.
Most of all, I'm grateful for this past week. I am so blessed to have been able to fly back up here to see Peter and to see my grandmother. Saying goodbye is the hardest thing, but I'm glad I got to do that. And I'm grateful that I was here in time for my grandmother to still recognize me.
I am also grateful for:
- Theo Chocolates. I have had five truffles in the past six hours. And I will probably have more chocolate. It's amazing (and comforting).
- getting to hang out with Phil last night. We haven't seen each other in three and a half years, and yet we fell right back into it over a beer and then some Mad Men (his favorite show).
- getting to see Kelli while I was here.
- getting to sleep in my own bed tomorrow night.
- getting to see my family.
This trip has been a blessing, even if it was for less than awesome reasons.
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