i my real name is diane i live in ky, i have more grandkids then i can count lol. cuz even the ones that are "my not blood" grandkids i just feel like every child needs a grandma to beable to spoil them and then send them home wooo hoooo. lol when my kids were babies i had to be the bad guy, now i'm granmom i don't have to be.
hi please bare with me i've never done this its kind of scary, not knowing where to start so i guess i'll start at the beginning. on Aug 21 of 93 my mom passed away she was 60 years old. on On Oct 31 94. My sister passed away she was 40. then on Dec 12th of 96 my dad passed away, he was 75. those 3 years were really bad, I went into a pretty hard time for a while. then in may of 97 i was dx with m.s the type i have doesn't go into remission. i really went into a deep hole and didn't think i would ever find my way out. than i found a friend, that helped me more than she knows. and i began to see that i could stay in that hole, an feel sorry for myself, or i could get up and brush myself off and get on with the rest of my life. so i got up brushed myself off. and began to live my life please don't get me wrong i still have at time, those deep hole days, but then i go and get my beautiful grandbaby her name is Lynda. and i know its been her thats gotten me up every morning even knowing its going to hurt like hell. but for that little girl i would do anything. she was born on mothers day, in 1998. almost to the day that i was dx with m.s. i really wondered at times how strong God thought i was, and when they put that beautiful little girl in my arms. i knew right then how strong i was and still am. Lynda always seems to be around when i fall. so we have a running joke in the faimly, about those damn gofers,
I think the lesson i've learned from all of this, is you have to live like its your last day, laugh often, and love your faimly and friends as hard as you can thank you for taking the time to letting me share my story.