I'd like to apologise to those few faithful visitors for not writing anything for almost a month now. You keep coming back (don't ask me how I know... ok fine, I'll just tell you that I have a fancy-shmancy hit counter hidden on this page) and there is nothing new here to help you waste time online. So sorry. I've been in Torrance for a week now and I'll be here until Jan.6th, so if anyone wants to hang out, please call!
I never really gave too much thought to death until my grandma passed away earlier this year. It wasn't necessarily her death that struck me the most, it was what it did to my mom. I had a terrible flash forward to when it is time for me to be in her shoes, and that feeling hasn't really gone away. I'm home and at certain moments I feel extremely guilty for not still living here, and for only seeing my mom once a month, if that. It's a dangerous path to be on, but it's difficult to steer yourself off of it. Every day I realise just how much of my life has been shaped by my mom. My teenage and college years were largely the inverse of her suggestions, and now I attempt to distill the useful lessons from her opinions and use them to shape the decisions I make as an adult.
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Gostei muito desse post e seu blog é muito interessante, vou passar por aqui sempre =) Depois dá uma passada lá no meu site, que é sobre o CresceNet, espero que goste. O endereço dele é http://www.provedorcrescenet.com . Um abraço.
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