I will forever remember my roots.

As I look back on my life and where I came from, I will forever be grateful for my roots . Where I was raised , the homes I grew up in and the places I have been with my family . I haven’t cried so much since my dad passed away until these past few months . Healing and releasing so much stored pain, I have been so emotional all the time . I often cry, but I remember it’s the stages of grief and healing . I’m shedding layers off of me and I’m remembering all that I am and all that I have been through .

 I can remember precious moments with my Grandma Molly and her taking care of me while my parents were at work , from dropping me off at daycare and I would just cry for her to come pick me up . From those days we would go for walks to the mailbox , go shopping at Kingsway . We would often eat breakfast at the restaurant in Zellers. My grandma was a god-fearing woman who loved Jesus . We would go off to church together every week and pick up her friend from down the road and we would be on our way to St .Patrick’s Church. Grandma would put on Barney for me and make me breakfast , make me delicious treats and play with me.

It was the simple things growing up and the fondest of memories I hold dear to my heart . I would always take her clip-on earrings and put on her lipstick in the bathroom, play dress up and be silly. Always in her stuff , and collect things to put in my purse.  She was the woman who led me to Jesus , she was the woman that taught me how to pray and honour God and I'm forever grateful for her and her endless love and tenderness . 

That little girl who only knew basic life skills and needed nurturing and discipline was the little girl who held on to her roots and was brought back to the Lord .