so i thought tonight we were just going to get our picture for the paper and present the $10,000 check to MCCA, but somehow renee, zach, and i are now on the board! what! im happy to be a part of an awesome organization. the pressure is on!
so while i was sitting in the parking lot waiting for at least one of my siblings to arrive i was looking up into the sky and thinking about my ronsie and thinking how TRULY proud i know he is of us. big props to zach for forming this whole thing. but i was thinking of my special connection i had with him and still do. we always had nicknames and special silly things we did. silly things that mean nothing to anyone else but i remember things like he would alway give me foot a high five when passing through the living room. he would always give me "2 more minutes" to sleep every morning before school. we watched judge judy after school b/c he like that show. we called each other "buddy" a lot the last few years he was here. of course for my whole life him and my bros have called me "rose". he was always my "ronsie" or sometimes to my friends i would call him "myron" b/c i would accidentally say my mom and my ron a lot. when i couldnt do a back roll in kindergarten he was the one who helped me and taught me. my mom worked later and he was always there so he taught me lots! he taught me the one prayer i still say every night. i remember when he surprised me at school with my new car :) in his cool blue postal uniform. yes i cruised with my stepdad that day after school with the sunroof open. he already had my radio programmed. and every time he had brain surgery he would wear this bracelet i had that said "health" on it. and at the very end i held it in his hand for him we he couldnt. i hate thinking about that night... he was probably the most significant and special guy in my life besides my hub. he was the bomb and i know he is SO proud that we are making a positive from him! (whoa sorry didn't mean to get all mushy gushy on you there)
so on a different note, here is another quote i saw on bbc and liked! xoxo
Fear and faith may seem like opposites, but they have something in common: both ask us to believe something we cannot see