What is love? My eternal quest.
***I do have affiliate links in here, just as a warning!*** I have always had a troubled relationship with our Lord. This started when I was very young, six in fact. On one of my last days of Kindergarten, I came home on the bus from school and found my parents at the bus stop waiting to break the news to me that my beloved Granny, my Daddy's mother who lived with us and whom I adored, had died. I was so sad but being so young, I was resilient and didn't really understand what had happened. Apparently death is a lesson that I needed to learn. The next year my Grandma, my mom's mom, died while my parents and I were watching "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" and our car was flooded in, making it hard to get to my grandma's house. Soon after that my Great Uncle Walter died in the middle of the night and I can still remember being scared as someone banged on the door in the wee hours of the morning to let my mom know. I still didn't understand death, but by this ...