So, I lost my Great Grandfather last month, and have never regretted anything so bad in my life. I never visited, and always sort of wrote my mothers side of the family off because we seldom visited when I was little. I just almost forgot them all together. After losing Papaw I learned that you don’t pass up chances to meet and know your family. I am trying my best to invite my family over, and to spend time with them any way I can. I want to be a part of their lives, and for them to be a part of mine.
I had a cookout this past weekend and invited all my cousins, and the rest of my mothers side of the family. I planned it with my cousin Kaycee, and we picked up two off her sisters to help prepare food. We bought five racks of ribs, and BBQ’ed the day away. They turned out to be the only ones to come, but I really got to know them better, and talk to them every day now. I am much older than they are, but I know that with family that doesn’t matter. We are going beyond age to make up for years of me being a distant name that never mattered much. I am learning about the rest of my family from them, and trying to find where I can fit in. I spent the whole day learning about them and having fun with them, and this picture is the only one I got all day (which shows how busy we were). That is my cousin Kaycee riding in the back of my Jeep with Hincapie.
Hincapie has now graduated Puppy Kindergarten, and is becoming my dream dog. I get to spend every hour of my day with him every day, and it is really making the bond that much stronger. He is now 6 months old and weighs every bit of 60lbs. I will post more on him later.
