I know you don't know me (Part 2)

For those of you who have been reading my blogs from the beginning- I'm not sure if you'll remember- but last year about this time, I came to my grandparents grave in tears.

Lost and broken, I said I know you don't know me, but neither do I.

I stayed at their grave for an hour or so crying. Mom asked me what I wanted to do today and I asked her to stop here.

I wanted to thank them for watching over me and being there when I had no one else to just let me cry.

Ugh. I'm not a crier. But these last two years, I've shed enough tears to fill the oceans. Hence, turning me into a crier. I hate it. Sometimes; I'm crying for no reason that I'm aware of. Frustrating.

Today, no crying. Today, a different girl. Still growing, still learning.