The things we do.

I had this post about my great grandmothers silverware here.

But really it was a rant about my oldest sister Sandy and why and how she cut me off.

I really am sad that she has chosen not to know me anymore, that she would rather choose to be"right" than happy.

But in the end, if it wasn't this issue it would be something else.

I miss having my blood family in my life.

Thank you Sam and Ivy for being the glue that held our disjointed family together for as long as you did.