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Feeling Nostalgic

Thank you to the couple of gals that gave me encouragement this past week. Sometimes we all need to hear that we matter or we make a difference. I was not aware that I was struggling until I soaked up that affirmation and realized how wrung out I really became. 

You make a difference too, did you know that? Whether you are a friend locally or internationally, you matter to me. For the record, I tend to withdraw and never call, but that’s my loss!

I was remembering a time when I was more overwhelmed than my current situation. It was right before September 2001. I was a clueless mom, trying to keep a failing relationship together, impress my bosses, support all of us and still party with my friends. I was bitter and exhausted. 

My friends loaned us their vehicles so I could continue to work. I was flying, triple digits, on the Florida Turnpike, blaring the radio in the little Chevy S10. Even though I literally listen to everything, but this day was country music. I had never heard this song before. It felt like a body slam. I don’t recall if I slowed down or sped up, but I continued my twenty minute drive in tears. 

Can I share this little gem with you? It may not have the same potency for you, reader, because this is not a biography of your life. I am a granddaughter to a Rosemary, who passed away when I was thirteen. I had a tumultuous relationship with my parents. And every other line spoke to my twenty-two year old heart saying, “It is ok. You are going to make it.” 

Who I Am by Jessica Andrews
If I live to be a hundred
And never see the seven wonders
That'll be alright
If I don't make it to the big leagues
If I never win a Grammy
I'm gonna be just fine
'Cause I know exactly who I am

I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done
My momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am

So when I make big mistake
When I fall flat on my face
I know I'll be alright
Should my tender heart be broken
I will cry those teardrops knowin'
I will be just fine
'Cause nothin' changes who I am

I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done
My momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am

I'm a saint and I'm a sinner
I'm a loser, I'm a winner
I'm am steady and unstable
I am young but I'm able

I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done
My momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am

I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done
My momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am

    

Written by: BRETT JAMES, TROY VERGES

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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Author:

I have been a Lorain county resident for five years now. Anywhere you go you can see quintessential American life in our backyard. From scarecrows to Organized Labor Day, from urban decay to rural homesteading, and my question has been, "Where is the joy?!" People need more reasons to smile. While I am committed to educating and empowering people, I promise this blog will always share the hope and joy I have.

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