Today is my birthday. Number 57.
When my mother put me in an adoption home when I was ten, my wise old grandmother found out and rescued me, adopted me, and gave me the love and discipline that had been missing from my life. Without that love and discipline, I believe that long ago I would have died at the hands of a Utah law enforcement agent or be spending life in prison in Utah.
My wise old grandmother always said, “Life is a journey, not an end. Enjoy the journey.” To which I would always add, “Take lots of pictures to share.”
When my wise old grandmother died in June 2003, her two oldest living sons (my dad was the oldest son but had been dead for 42 years) disinvited me to the funeral. Stupid me didn’t know that you had to have invitations to funerals. In September 2004, in honor of her two oldest living sons, I legally dropped my last name and took my middle name as my last name. I figured that if they didn’t need me, I didn’t need them.
In honor of my wise old grandmother, I’m taking off today. I’m going to go enjoy the journey. I’ll be back with lots of pictures to share.
Today’s post is dedicated to my wise old grandmother: