My Grandmother.

I don't have much time here. Bt I wanted to spend a little time talking about the woman who has become one of my closest friends and companion. She has helped me through a lot of shit. We live with each other in a sort of harmony knowing we are different from the other. But also knowing that either one of us could be wrong. So we just accept and love the other even if we think what they think is stupid. My Grandma thinks it is rediculous for me to not believe in God. I think it is rediculous that she does. But we always tell each other that we love each other the same. That is what makes our relationship good. She never judges me. She understands my lifestyle is different then hers. She realizes she is coming on to the end of her life and that worrying about the stupid little shit would be a waste of valueable time with me. That there is no need to dwell on our differences. We embrace them. I love my Grandmother. I don't care that she believes in God. Because it has made her who she is.

And she is perfect the way she is. The reason this is on my mind right now, is because my Grandma had another weird dizzy spell last night before I went to bed. It is getting worrisome. It is pretty stressful being aware that One of my closest friends is most likely going to die in the not to distant future. I told her I would take care of her during the process. But that is going to be very tough for me. But I never want to put her in a home unless absolutely neccasary. She wouldn't be happy there and I wouldn't want to see her in a place like that. It has really weighed me down lately. Realizing how absolutely devastated I will be when she passes on. She is the love of my life. And has been more then any other woman. She is a great model for a human being. Kind, giving, sacrificing, non-judging. In fact she is lot like Jesus was written about. Except a lot less preachy and she doesn't do cool shit like turn water into wine, and hang out with hookers. Though if she did, those would definately be great selling points.

I stress about this I think more then I should as of late. Wondering if I am emotionally and mentally prepared for it whenever it does happen. But I figure I can do whatever I need to do and I will just be fine. Just because it won't be easy doesn't mean I can't handle it. I hope to fuck I can. I love my Grandmother. I know all you who have met her do so as well. She is the salt of the earth and I love her very much. Anyways. I just wanted to say that. I am going to go I think. Going into Toronto soon. Really excited to see the kids (Kayla, Jimmy, Dave, Mike, Nicole, Seb etc.) It feels like it has been a while. This Facebook thing. Blows my mind. This lady Hayley who I met years ago I found somehow on Facebook. It seems you can find anything. But seems like a very pleasant woman. Life will never cease to amuse me. I want to talk to everyone and pick everyones brain. It is why I try to be really open with people. I like to encourage it by showing it. Plus I don't feel like I have anything to hide. Besides my fetish for fetus burritos. Thank God we finally did the right thing in making abortion legal. Anyways everyone. I love you all. Cheers!