Since 2018, a lot of women in my family that I have loved and admired since I was a little girl have passed away. From my maternal grandmother to her two remaining sisters, my maternal grandfather's last sister. The worst was losing my beloved mother, who was my first and truest best friend, I miss her everyday. I have a feeling I always will.
This Monday, another one of those women passed after a long battle with COPD and lung cancer. My mom's baby sister was like a Superwoman when I was a kid. There wasn't anything she couldn't do.
To face her loss and to try to help my cousin, who loved her Mom so much, is a daunting thing. I am going to take a piece of advice my Grandmother always gave me, put it in the Lord's hands.
That got me through my own health issues and the other losses I previously mentioned.
Whoever reads this, I am not expecting a response. I just had to have somewhere to express my thoughts and not have some of the more hateful members of my family put their own opinions. Although the worst of them are in my 'I don't have the energy for you' club. Thank you, Taylor Sheridan, for creating that phrase and Cole Hauser for saying it. I fell in love with it the moment I heard even if I really didn't watch Yellowstone that much. There were too many storylines, and that ticked me off.
