Today I’m welcoming 26 years!! Yes. Today is my birthday!
Today I am also celebrating my grandpa’s 91 years. He died last night. Honestly, it was a relief. Waiting is awful. I hate thinking that he could be in pain (he was pretty drugged up… so I really don’t think so) and it is exhausting. Yeah it is kinda is the pits that he died a couple of hours before my birthday. Honestly I’ve never been super attached to my birthday. Okay. I’ve always hated it! Bad things happen on my birthday or the day before and after it. I had an awful cold every birthday for about my first 10 birthdays. When I was 16 my grandma was in the hospital. When I turned 18 I had the stomach flu. When I was 19 I went to a house party that was busted and we got ticketed. When I turned 20 I broke my wrist. When I turned 23 I was in Montevideo Uruguay (super cool) but had awful stomach ‘issue’ aka the worst travelers diarrhea ever. Nothing compares to my grandpa dying. But that is life. Funny because I was already mad about sharing my birthday with the Super Bowl.
So how did I celebrate my birthday and my grandpa’s 91 years? With a morning SUNNY run of course!
Not too shabby! I felt really good with lots of energy on this run! Just knowing that my grandpa is in a better place made me feel so much lighter.
I spent the rest of the day doing school stuff. I went to Trader Joe’s in the afternoon. Oh I ‘watched’ the Super Bowl aka I watched a couple of commercials while I was writing some cover letters. I asked 18 people to have lunch with me and most didn’t respond and those who did couldn’t come. Blah. But I did get some great love from my friends from home and family.
So this weekend was sucko. But want to know the awesome part? It’s a new week tomorrow and while it will be challenging figuring out if I’m going home for the funeral and dealing with the loss of a great man, it is a new week. And I’m 26. And I am so ready for a new year. It will be a great year.
xoxo, Emily
Today I’m welcoming 26 years!! Yes. Today is my birthday!
Today I am also celebrating my grandpa’s 91 years. He died last night. Honestly, it was a relief. Waiting is awful. I hate thinking that he could be in pain (he was pretty drugged up… so I really don’t think so) and it is exhausting. Yeah it is kinda is the pits that he died a couple of hours before my birthday. Honestly I’ve never been super attached to my birthday. Okay. I’ve always hated it! Bad things happen on my birthday or the day before and after it. I had an awful cold every birthday for about my first 10 birthdays. When I was 16 my grandma was in the hospital. When I turned 18 I had the stomach flu. When I was 19 I went to a house party that was busted and we got ticketed. When I turned 20 I broke my wrist. When I turned 23 I was in Montevideo Uruguay (super cool) but had awful stomach ‘issue’ aka the worst travelers diarrhea ever. Nothing compares to my grandpa dying. But that is life. Funny because I was already mad about sharing my birthday with the Super Bowl.
So how did I celebrate my birthday and my grandpa’s 91 years? With a morning SUNNY run of course!