My Grandmother's Eclectic Taste in Fine Art

My grandmother, before she died, asked me to put together a photo montage for her of every boyfriend I'd ever had.  I thought it a strange request, but didn't know how much longer I would have my beloved grandmother, so thought I'd humor her and even thought it was a daunting task, decided to complete it nonetheless.

She had a photo of Jesus hanging above her bed.  He was blonde haired and blue eyed.  She told me to specifically use this frame and place the photos of my exes over Jesus.  Her justification was and I quote, "Jesus didn't really look like that (blonde haired and blue eyed) that's just the way Americans wanted him to look."

So I did as I was bid and completed the project, which hung in her bedroom for probably two years before she went on to find out what He really does look like. 

Family

Family is all that we have.  Whether we consider our closest friends to be our family or our blood to hold that role, it is who we are, what we're made of, and at times all that we have on this earth.  Our roots ground us - tie us to earth - so that we are not lost souls, floating, not bound by anyone or anything we hold dear.

As we celebrated my brother's birthday tonight, I felt the ties that hold us together, not cords of discomfort, but of love, understanding, mutual respect and accomplishment.

Upon my return home, I learned of a college acquaintance of some years back, who recently lost his brother after an organ transplant surgery.  It filled my heart with pain for the loss his family has endured.