So, story time.
My GG, grandma, was the very first and really the only person in my family who encouraged how differently looked at the world. We buried my grandma's ashes yesterday. She supported me through every decision even if it was stupid. From haircuts to heart aches from heartaches to drugs and back again.
I put the clean time tags I've collected thus far in with her. In my mind she deserved those tags because without her.... man, I don't know.












