My late paternal grandfather was born on this date one hundred years ago. It’s interesting to think that if he had never been born, where would I be or would I be? I like to think that I would be right where I am because our ancestors’ actions or inactions were no match for fate.

I think where we come from is a vital part of where we are going. It’s why my children all bear family names from my side of the family. It’s why I spend an inordinate amount of time creating family traditions out of the every day. And it’s why my children are learning that the meaning of home isn’t a location on a map but a gathering of the ones you love.

My family of origin has seen it’s ups and downs on both sides, but despite that, we love each other, care for each other and most importantly, keep each other safe.

Sadly, others take for granted the riches of their past and refuse to recognize the blessings of their present. Perhaps life was too perfect or worse the illusion of perfection gripped them and they were never forced to face reality. I’ll take the imperfections of my childhood any day–without loss, how can you understand the importance of keeping?

I used to believe that love could change people, circumstances, even lives. However, in the past four months, I learned that love doesn’t change someone, but someone can change for love. I know that because I am that someone.

I had to change for love–the love of my boys. It hasn’t been easy. It’s been terrifying. I certainly didn’t ask to be the strong one, but I know they will be better for it. They already are, and despite having lost something, they have me to hold on to which is more than enough.

As for me, I registered for my first marathon today. If life has or will be anything the next few months, it will be a marathon, but I know that I’m ready.

And whether I live to be a hundred or not, I hope that one day, I have a granddaughter who loves her children as much as I love mine and understands that love doesn’t come easy, but life wasn’t mean to be either.

Happy Birthday, CHC. I love you always.

About Jen Cross

Born and raised in Dallas, TX, I enjoy writing books about life in Dallas and relationships and their many ups and downs.
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