30 years of jibberish

I turned 30 this past Monday.

Recent events have made me think of life. I can close my eyes and flip through the years but when I open my eyes things are in a different gear. Some things are written already, even though it may only be foreshadowing. Painful things. Real things. Life. My grandfather is 81 years old, and has seen more in his life than I probably ever will in mine. Through it all, I can hear his laugh, hear his voice. If you define forever, nothing lasts that long. I fear my grandfathers time is nearing the end. Apparently, cancer has no soul for if it did, it would leave my grandfather alone. I will visit him today as will my children. I wish they were only old enough to realize how special it is to have him. To share a moment of his time.

My thanksgiving was occupied by other thoughts. I am however thankful for all that I have.

Later.

I love you Julie.