Things are moving, some too fast, some not fast enough, but always moving.
My grandmother died recently. but there is no need to feel sorry, she was 90, and lived an amazing life. she was able to see her great grandchildren (non from me, but thats ok, taking care of my nephew shows me how unready i really am for kids. hahaha). but never the less, she also had just had a heart attack, and they said they couldn't do anything bc of her age. more like they didn't want to waste there time. But that is besides the point. but she died only a day later. I was surprised at how well my mom took it. she is normally a very emotional person. But it was my gramms time to go.
that's pretty much all that has been happening.
I want to leave you all with one of my fav. poems...well i should say sonnet.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. LOVE IS NOT LOVE
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken,
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
~ Shakespeare
My grandmother died recently. but there is no need to feel sorry, she was 90, and lived an amazing life. she was able to see her great grandchildren (non from me, but thats ok, taking care of my nephew shows me how unready i really am for kids. hahaha). but never the less, she also had just had a heart attack, and they said they couldn't do anything bc of her age. more like they didn't want to waste there time. But that is besides the point. but she died only a day later. I was surprised at how well my mom took it. she is normally a very emotional person. But it was my gramms time to go.
that's pretty much all that has been happening.
I want to leave you all with one of my fav. poems...well i should say sonnet.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. LOVE IS NOT LOVE
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken,
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
~ Shakespeare
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Plus, you're right. Thanks for admitting your gender's mistake. Men will be men