Good People
I sat behind Grama in the SUV that belonged to my aunt as the rain poured on the window. My grandparents sat in the front seats, talking with eachother.
As I sat there with my face in the window, I began thinking about what wonderful people I knew, what wonderful people I was related to. My hardworking grandfather and my beautiful grandmother, who sat right in front of me as fantastic, kind, honest people.
My mother is my inspiration for seeing beauty and kindness even when life seems hopeless and cold. I know how to hold on to all that matters because of her. She is a selfless, spirited person.
And Dad... the only things that I really know are the things that he taught me. It is not by lack of vocabulary so much as lack of human words able to describe him that I do not write more. He is my rock.
People wish to be a great many things, but I wish to be like them.
As I sat there with my face in the window, I began thinking about what wonderful people I knew, what wonderful people I was related to. My hardworking grandfather and my beautiful grandmother, who sat right in front of me as fantastic, kind, honest people.
My mother is my inspiration for seeing beauty and kindness even when life seems hopeless and cold. I know how to hold on to all that matters because of her. She is a selfless, spirited person.
And Dad... the only things that I really know are the things that he taught me. It is not by lack of vocabulary so much as lack of human words able to describe him that I do not write more. He is my rock.
People wish to be a great many things, but I wish to be like them.
posted by Diary of a Ghost at 5:56 PM
3 Comments:
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I love you blog. It makes me think. You sound like a good person. I like good persons!
No, but seriosly, you sound like a wonderful person. I would love to talk with you sometime. My e-mail is Happyhamegg@yahoo.com Please feel free to mail anything to me.
I am ranting. But I can't express how nice it felt to hear I wasn't weird for loving something that isn't real. Thank you for the moment of self-realiztaion.
PS. I like your blog more then anyone else's.
by the way, don't ever, ever change.Hear?
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