Last Words

So I have been thinking about how isolated from my family.  Though it isn't like I am on the other side of  the country or anything, I realize as I am at school I am slowly missing being able to watch how their lives change.  I am missing my niece grow up.  I am missing watching my sister Laurisa and brother Dan, grow to become pillars of faith and out of this world parents.  I am missing how my Dad tells me ridiculous thoughts and anecdotes while we are on as Mark Twain would put it, "A Good Walk Ruined"  or as he would put it, 'an appointment with Dr. Green, who will surely give us a good dose of medicine before we are done'.  I am missing my mom tell me that "There is nothing to eat in the cupboard" and me thinking... that is impossible, how do these people not starve?  and then having her say something like, "If you want to go to Winsteads I wouldn't mind a shake and some fries.." Knowing that there is probably something for me to eat but she really wants some Winsteads.  I miss how I will sit down on the couch trying to leave to go back home and realize 3 hours later that we have been chatting too long and that I am going to be really late, but not really caring.

I know that this post is pretty sentimental, but I had a thought.  What are the last words that you have said to your family?  and would they be something that you would want to tell everyone if they were the last?  I know that family can be difficult sometimes, but take some advice from someone who doesn't get the chance to see their family often, cherish it. It can be very difficult when you can't see them when you want.

My last little comment I want to make on the subject of family is this. I was asked by a girl in a bit of a flirty manner if I needed a muse to help me get through studying (I was having a rough day with all of the work I had piling up).  My response surprised me a bit but as it turns out is incredibly true. I said, "I already have a muse, so I'm good."  She asked who, and I just sent back this.  My Muse.   Living away from my family in situations like this is hard.  I feel constantly that my family doesn't feel like I care or that the situation doesn't hit me as hard because it is not as "real" for me because I don't see it very often. It motivates me in every step of my life. I push myself so hard because I want to be able to make a difference and help in anyway I can.

If I don't get a chance to talk to you again I want you to know that I love you.

One Day,

C. Fletcher

My Muse