Missing Things at Home
Today around 2 in the morning, my Grandmother, Lois Brown, passed on. While it’s not the first time I’m going to miss something major at home that I really want to be at, this one is the worst.
When I signed up to be a Peace Corps Volunteer I expected to miss lots of things at home, but I didn’t really think about how it would feel. Being so far away is not a good feeling. It makes the loneliness harder.
But I’m fine. It’s part of the, “Peace Corps Experience,” for better or worse. And I’m trying to look at the bright side. While the rest of the family scopes out a likely open casket, I have more uplifting pictures on my computer:
It’s pretty clear where my stunning good looks come from.
Miss you, Grandma.