tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31713329123150038892011-04-21T11:09:31.482-08:00Life is empty and meaningless, and it makes life great. To see it as meaningless gives all the meaning it needs. So all that is on the blog is empty and meaningless.Kerry Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16419830249452551191noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171332912315003889.post-74592771221735653012008-06-06T18:23:00.005-08:002008-06-08T12:35:28.875-08:00Sun upon the brow of my home then a shadow upon the ground in front of me. It resembles a likeness of you or the person that I dreamed of for years to come. As a stranger steps into the light. I find myself forgetting who I was and whom I fell for.<br /><br /><br /><br />My heart screams at you with all the patience in the world my soul looks at you will all the understanding my mind drives them crazy screaming for everything to be perfect now not later and tries to make them think they cannot wait but waiting is all there is left to do.<br /><br /><br /><br />Soul piercing screams from beyond the walls of my heart.<br /><br />Do you see the same face as I do<br /><br />Do you heare the same voice as I do ?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171332912315003889-7459277122173565301?l=bigberthaalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16419830249452551191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171332912315003889.post-25084931609971410782007-11-21T11:03:00.000-09:002007-12-10T10:27:06.186-09:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvztkExZ7MQ/R1r__fzLneI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_l5EgsOZzPY/s1600-h/grandma+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141703390929853922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvztkExZ7MQ/R1r__fzLneI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_l5EgsOZzPY/s200/grandma+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">My grandma..... </span></em></p><p><em>Your grandma, whatever she may be, cranky, sweet or other will be missed when she is gone. You will miss cranky... and be somehow surprised by it. I love my grandma and am learning how to except her just as she is. Because my grandma is quite possible the meanest grandma. I had the pleasure of having a sweet grandma but she lived in Oregon and we lived in Alaska. So sweet could have been a show when we were visiting. This grandma, she is just down right mean. She can be sweet and when she is it's great but it does not happen very often. I am here visiting her for the holidays and man I had forgotten the meaning of a mean grandma. I am puzzled by the missing her and then getting around her and wondering what in the world did I miss this for. I don't need this. Bottom line is that I love my grandma and I will be crushed when her days comes mean or not I will miss her dearly. So I am trying to enjoy cranky and mean for as long as I have the opportunity. </em></p><p><em></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3171332912315003889-2508493160997141078?l=bigberthaalaska.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kerry Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16419830249452551191noreply@blogger.com0