Heritage & Homage
Maybe watching the news and world tipped me over the edge and made me write “just the way I’m feeling” recently. 💭
When my Grandfather passed away, I didn’t want money. None of us did. But my brothers and I did ask for something of his each. I ended up with his hanger and flat cap. I have them proudly displayed in my house. They remind me of the toil, abuse and troubles (and yet love for this country) my grandparents went through to let me exist here and keep me grounded when I believe my own hype ... and stop me throwing in that towel I so desperately want to at times. They’re also some things I look forward to giving back one day. 🙂
My Grandfather’s motto was “never forget where you came from”. I couldn’t have put it better myself. There’s not a day that goes by I don’t feel weakened without him, but I’d like to think I’ve done him proud. Isn’t that all most people care about?
Respect for one another is either dwindling or growing and I really can’t work out which it is lately. Let’s hope it’s the latter. Love. Do not hate. 💕
Currently feeling: 7/10
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