• It’s you Not me

    I made a mistake recently & divulged that I have a mild mental illness & sometimes think out loud. Something everyone does, at one point another. It’s not harmful & it’s simply thinking aloud.

    Hence, I have been treated like a leper since telling them. But I have been living with stigma for a long time & know when some’s shallow & misunderstood perception is not me. It’s You.

    Anyway I feel sorry her & her judgement of me in the year 2021. It’s not the 18th century, smell the actions you’re responsible for & grow up.

    Onto other things, it’s Summer solstice today & the longest day of year. So happy solstice!! Party on fab people.

  • Reflection

    The last few weeks have made me reflect on the important things in my life. Such as my friends & my relatives & how lucky I am to have them. Even my small family with the four legged creature has become more important. I want to radiate the kind of kindness my Farmor did.

    She was kind no matter what, but if you did something wrong she’d call you out on it right away. She’d say her peace & be done with it. When she forgave you her whole being radiated love.

    That’s what I want to do, as this t-shirt I ordered recently that says Kindness is not a Weakness. It’s important to me to carry on her legacy by being kind. Soo few people are these days that’s it’s soo important. Being kind means you don’t spit on people or say rude things about them when they are within hearing distance.

    It means being more open to life & to change without feeling guilty for being it. Change happens but that doesn’t mean it’s bad, it could be good too. No, my Farmor taught me many things among them to be True to myself & to others. I practice it everyday, by being kind to strangers & not expecting anything in return.

    Till next time. Be grateful, be open & most of all kind.

  • Her passing

    Today marks a week of sorrow & togetherness. We celebrated her life in 3 ways. With her funeral, a bonfire & cake in her house. Farmor had made an impact on all of us. She touched our life in many different ways.

    The funeral was the saddest & most stressful. I was nominated by my cousin’s to read at her funeral. A great honor. It was hard to read & I cried for most of it. She became an icon in my life. Someone I will never forget, she’s irreplaceable in so many ways.

    I feel touched that I mattered soo much to her in so many ways. She could make anything. Usually from scratch & the recipe in her head, she wouldn’t even measure her ingredients when she baked. She would do it by feel & look when she cooked.

    Her handwriting was beautiful & her stories she would tell you where adorable.

    Rest in peace Farmor, love you.