For the first time since I have started this blog, I didn't sit down to write what I was feeling for the world to see. That kind of makes me upset in a sense, because I always get out my feelings on here, no matter what those feelings may be. I don't know, I'm like, dedicated to my blog. Even when I had the flu, I still blogged about what I was feeling.
So right now I'm at my grandparents house. But they're not really my grandparents. I think that's what todays blog is going to be about... the story on my family and why it is the way it is.
My "grandparents" are really my dad's best friend's parents. They are in no way biologically related to me. But I've known them since I was born, and my dad's parents were never really in my life. My biological grandmother was really sick, and she died in, i don't even know to be quite honest, like, 2000 maybe? I don't even remember if I went to the funeral or not. Because I didn't really know her, all I remember of her is that my dad used to go pick her up at her house on Christmas morning after we went to church, and she'd come to the house for a few hours to give us cards with money in them. Then my dad would drive her back home. I really don't remember her at all. I can't tell you what she looks like, I know her name, but that's pretty much it. And that she is my dad's mother.
But the memere that I know and love to death is my dad's best friend's mom. She's always looked at me as her granddaughter, and treats me as one of her own. My dad is an only child, as is his best friend, so in a sense they're brothers to each other. My dad and him were inseperable since they met at Hillside, and their days at Central were definitely days that are forever engraved in the walls. Trust me, you wouldn't believe some of the things they did back in those days. Quite funny, though. Anyways, so I never even knew that she wasn't actually my grandmother until I was old enough to understand the concept. Because whenever my parents had to go away like when my grandmother got sick in Florida, we always stayed with my Memere. Because in a sense she's like a mother to my dad, and I never really knew the difference.
Now that I am old enough to understand the difference, I don't see one. My Memere is so special, that when the day comes that she feels she is going to take her last breath, I will be there holding her hand. She's done so much for me and my family that my grandparents that are biological have never done and never will do, probably. She's incredible.
And that is why I took the night off from work tonight to be with her, because I have never missed a holiday at her house, and never plan on doing so in the future either. That is why I chose not to go to Homecoming, and chose to come here instead. Because I know that she looks at me like her own granddaughter, and I look to her as my grandmother.
Because she is.
That's why people don't understand when I say I have 5 grandparents. I have my mom's dad, his wife, my dad's dad, and then I have my Memere and Pepere.
But this just furthers my point that the power of a true friend is amazing, because of my dad's true friendship, I have these incredible people in my life who would do anything for me.
This is why you never underestimate the power of who your true friends really are.
And why you stand by them and support them no matter what, because when that is all said and done at the end of the day, you'll have people who like, you can trust your kid's life with.
That's what happened with me. my dad's friendship turned into that.
These are friends who never backed down from each other, and supported each other through thick and thin.
True friends. Who never leave.
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