Rath Dé ort!

"The grace of God be with you"

While cleaning my room and unpacking the rest of my college boxes, I came across a spiral notebook that has some of my grandmother's writing in it. I know I have another somewhere but I found this one. She passed away from breast cancer when I was still a baby so I don't remember her at all. But I'd like to think, even though I'm adopted, I've inherited pieces of creativity from her.

Home is a word that I have come to appreciate more fully. I love the warmth and understanding that only a family can give.
Leaving and trying to be on my own is one of the most difficult things that I have ever done. You might call it dependence which I suppose to a great extent it is but it falls short in expressing what I feel. It is more, a closeness, wanting to be there and share things with them. Sometimes I wonder, when I see other people my age they seem so carefree and independent. But I enjoy being with my parents. I am so difficult in my attitudes and character. Part of me would like to go wild but I always keep myself in check, A lack of expression is part of my problem.
Growing up isn't easy. I would love to run back home and be at peace once again. But I suppose that I shall be richer for this experienced and a better person for it. A price must be paid and as hard as it is. I must go on. For if I can't find the strength within me to go on then I know that I have failed them as well as myself.
So God help me to go on and bear whatever may fall on me, give me strength, patience and gratitude because with these and your understanding I know I will succeed.