SMILE. SMILE. SMILE. I smile for no reason in particular, I smile because I can. And I think each day I am going to try to give myself a reason to smile, even if there seems like no reason to smile at all. Why do people need reason to feel happy? It's a choice to be happy, so why not make the choice to smile, laugh, and be happy every day. It's asking a lot I realize but life is what you make of it. So, why not make it into something that makes you happy? No ones life is perfect, and everyone faces adversities of various degrees. However, no matter how hard life may slap you in the face, it does in fact get better. Once the the lowest of lows is hit, there is only one direction to go from there. That direction is up.
5 years ago I was 18 and faced the most trying time of my life, thus far. When I was 18, I watched my mom go from being a perfectly healthy happy content woman, to a fragile delicate weak dying "old lady" in a matter of 11 months. It is something I wish upon no one. I was naive, insecure, depressed, anxious, worried, angry, and unhappy. If someone told me when I was 18, where I would be in five years, I would have laughed in their face in disbelief. But in five years I have grown into a independent woman with a zest for life, a college degree, a loving boyfriend, a sense of adventure, and the ability to always take that step forward. I am the happiest I have ever been with myself, and continue to mold myself into better person all the time.
I hold the key to my own happiness in my heart. And knowing all I know, I have the infinite ability to smile, always smile.
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Dear Megan,
ReplyDeleteI am assuming you are Karen and Cayce's Daughter. I am another "Cayce" Weber...cousin to your Dad. I live in Orem, Utah. I happened upon an obituary of your Mom, whom I only met a few times when I was young--in Michigan, maybe the only time. I can't recall if I met her again at your Grandmother Betty's funeral?
I'm saddened that family members are so far apart and relative (funny word to use) strangers! One hundred years ago, we would all have likely lived at least in the same state--maybe as neighbors.
I hope you are well. My heart was touched as you mentioned what you went through...losing your Mom when you were 18. I can't imagine how that was to see her deteriorate so quickly. I'm sorry.
Your Grandpa Koss was eight years older than my Dad, Gardner Weber. They were not particularly close in childhood because of the age difference.
We lived in Traverse City, Michigan, which gave us more opportunity to be close to your Great Grandmother (Deda) Nan Weber, whom we all loved as a dear dear grandmother.
You come from a great line of great ancestors. Everything noble and good you feel about yourself is certainly part of that heritage...I'm not familiar with your Mom's family, but I'm sure there is that there too. Anyway, I'm rambling for sure, but hope to make a connection with family. In fact, I'd like to have a Weber family reunion in Utah next spring or fall.
Take Care Megan! I'm on facebook Cayce Weber
Oh, my email is webergc@ldschurch.org
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