I didn’t realize until today that a significant amount of my childhood memories were made in the homes of my relatives who live out in Corona.
Today, I visited my aunt Luning who is very sick Memories flooded in as I walked through her house and saw all the pictures. Her husband died about two years ago. He was probably one of my most favorite uncles. Matter of fact, they were both pretty sweet and their story is one of cutest I’ve ever heard. It’s so unfortunate that their family fell apart after his death.
My ipod was on random and I stuck with the Scientist the whole night because it just fit my overall mood of the night. It was only until after we had passed the Corona hospital that I realized it had been the song I performed the night my grandma was hospitalized. It made my heart sink a little.
But regardless, today, I realized how wonderful and blessed I am to be able to love someone. Yes, not be loved but to love. It’s an amazing feeling. Just know that I never believe in saying “I love you” just to say it. I always mean it, whole-heartedly because that’s not something you mess around with.
“I remembered when your Uncle Steve would stand in the backyard and say how happy he was that the park was just on the other side of the fence. He said he couldn’t wait to take the kids for walks and watch them grow.”
I tried my best to take a picture of the view but I was in the car. Seriously, it’s like Corona is at the edge of the world and you can just see all these cities lit up like they were on fire. (It’s all the gold lights in the middle of the black areas in my picture.) Driving down Main St. gets youa pretty good view. It was beautiful.
