But he made me think about someone very speacial to me, and even shed a tear.
He shared this amazing story about why he went into music. His dad was a veteran, like mine, and just the hardship of comming back after a war. Growing up without very much money, his mom wanted him to be a lawyer, get a "real job." Much like my mom. He talked about how he was really good at english in high school, art, and band, he was "artys fartsy." So his mom made him intern in a lawyers office. He talked about how one summer when he was 16 I think his mom made the mistake of sending him to stay with his grandma who was artys. The story went on about how one day his grandma and him were talking and she asked him what he wanted to do. He told her what his mom wanted, and he told her what he wanted. She said dont listen to your momma, and follow your dreams. When he was 19 his grandma died, and they found a book of poetry his grandma had written at 19. No body knew she was a poet, and someone told her to get a real job, and that she couldnt do it. She knew what it was like to live a life that was not what she wanted to be living.
It hit home so much. My grandma is my rock, my best friend, my favorite person in the world, my encouragment, my truth, where I get my good looks and strenght, and even my name.
She is so amazing, soo soo amazing. But see, I had a talk with my grandma like Shaun did with his, last weekend. I have made some dessisions lately most of you know about, to close some chapters and start some new ones. And when I stayed with her as I was driving to her house she was asking me why I did it. I told her that I have dreams and asperations bigger then myself. I want to go into youth ministry, I want to write a book, I want to go into journalisim. I don't want to settle at 18 I want to go out and experiance the world, chase my dreams see how far I get. I don't want to settle. I want to breath the air in of other countries, taste food of diffrent regions, touch the ocean everywhere I can. I also told her how momma wants me to have a "real job." I dont have a sit at a dest attention span, or desire. That is not what God has made me for. Not that that is a bad thing at all, its just not where I am called. But my grandma told me to do. She was real and told me print journalisim is going out. But she was a journalist, and she was a good one as well. I have only come across one article she wrote and it was about Granny B, and her first mothers day without her. But it was amazing. My grandma was given the gift of words, and my mother was given the gift of numbers. When we look at my report card, and my math grade, it is pretty obvious my mom kept that gene. I am just so greatful to have her support. I feel like she will always be on my side, even when I do wrong, I feel she gets it. And I love her for that.
I hate the north. I hate winter, I hate snow, I hate the north. I have said this whole year we have lived here I will go back to Tennessee for college, back to the warmth and flip flops all year long. But I will be in Michigan. And no matter how I try to play it off, even though I really do love the college, I can't go that far from her.
Granny always says, pretty is as pretty does. And there is so much to that. But I really do think that my grandmother is the most beautiful person in the world. Inside and out.
