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[violachic]

Ahhhhhhhhhh, what an enormous mug of chamomile tea and a hot bath won't cure..... hopefully.

I don't know why the tradition of visiting graves on All Saint's day is so important to me. Seems sorta morbid, really. But for some reason I always feel better afterwards. To be able to go to the old family cemetery and say hi to Grandma and Grandpa makes me happy. Its a really old cemetery, in the churchyard of where my dad and his family attended when they still lived on the farm in Peotone. In the back there's two or three rows of headstones dated back to the early 1800's. There's a bunch of children buried there, apparently from a diptheria epidemic one year. I'm hoping the impending airport down there won't affect this area. Standing there, I could hear my grandparents' voices- Grandma in her thick Austrian accent "That baby ought to have a bonnet on!" and Grandpa's various stories including the dog in the rocking chair and the "nineteen-ought-seven" tornado. And its kind of weird to see my dad's mother's stone there. She died when he was twelve, so obviously I never knew her. I kind of wish my other set of grandparents were closer so I could visit them, too.

I miss 'em.

Love to you, Grandma and Grandpa, Nana and Grandad, and the ones I never knew- Arline and Charles. I think we're all turning out OK.

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[unhappymeal.livejournal.com]

Awww. You're so much more thoughtful than me that it hurts. I rarely remember the important people that have passed on in my lifetime. Nor do I give enough thanks for the things in my life that are good.

For instance, my cable went out on Saturday night, and I thought that my free cable would be gone forever. I really started to miss it. It came back on later after I got home from drinks with Ben, Marta, and Brooke. Now i'm happy to have it, and i'll give thanks.

[pheret1.livejournal.com]

Wednesday and Saturday at 7:00 are Croc Hunter and Corwin on Animal Planet. Just FYI.

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[violachic.livejournal.com]

First of all, I'm probably far too sentimental for my own freaking good. I've always been sentimental, and the last four or five months its gotten even worse.

Besides, I'm not good at a whole lot, so I try to be really good with people. It doesn't always work.

Whether we like it or not, we directly affect those we encounter, and in turn are directly affected. Those mentioned above are just a few of the many people who affected my life in a positive manner, and given the number of people who have affected my life in a less-than-positive manner, I'm thankful for the former. I'm also profoundly grateful to have a group of friends that are so accepting and non-judgemental, where I can feel safe.

Its the little things in life.

I'm glad to hear your cable is back on :-D

[pheret1.livejournal.com]

Grandma K was obsessed about booties being on the baby. She loved baby feet and little baby booties.

How about Great-Grandpa and the "too sweet"?