So on Thursday 4/29/11 Peter's grandpa Bud passed away. Even though I didn't know him that well, I was still sad. It hurt me to hear Peter cry like that on the phone. Life is too short to worry about petty things people. I am so thankful for the wonderful family I have and the support they give me. God chooses to take us when the time is right and I guess it was Bud's time. He is no longer in pain and is with God.
I just found out lastnight that my cousin on my dad's side, was found dead. I guess it was so cold outside, he may have been sober and he froze to death. He was only 14 yrs old. A part of me wants to go to his funeral but I didn't know the family. I barely know my own father. I just feel that I should be there. Is God telling me that this is my opportunity to bond with my family? I don't want to go on with my life knowing that I couldn't had a relationship with that side of my family. I want my children to know both sides of their families. I found my cousins sister on facebook and I sent my apologies. She has no idea who I am and is probably freaked out that some stranger sent her a message. Should I go to the funeral? I could somehow make it work. Maybe I should start out by emailing my sister Tricia and seeing if she wouldn't mind me tagging along.
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