Today it has been a year ago that my grandma died. I miss her, off course I miss her a lot. The last time I went to the place she used to live was last year march. And then I had to go there again last wednesday, to take my best friend and his wife and daughter home from Schiphol. They live in the same town as my grandma did. It was kind of weird, driving that road again. But it didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would.
I am glad to be able to say it finally all goes really well with me. Mentally as well as professionally. I feel cheery again, all day. Barely have a bad mood anymore. I can be somewhat cranky at times, but that doesn’t last long. My marriage is as much alive as it has ever been (aside the first couple of months we were married ) The tight bond between me and my best friend is still there, even though we didn’t see much of each other last year. Me and my sister bonded even more over the last year, for which I am very grateful.

But d*mn, does a year go by fast. Normally I hate that, but now it was a good thing. I can truly say that I am doing well, better than I have been since, ah well like 2004. The whole period of my dad being sick (over 2 years) and the period after he died, was an emotional rollercoaster. And you can’t do anything about that. Although I believe that you control your own life, there are some things one can’t control. But you can control how you handle those kind of things….yep, and that is easier said than done. I think, at times, I didn’t handle the whole thing well. I had times that I could have done with some anger management, let me tell you that. I scared myself at times. But now, looking back at everything, I guess overall I handled things pretty well. At least I came out the way I did. And I have grown a lot, as a person. And the bond with a few people around me that are very important to me, has grown. So everything bad has a good side to it.

I guess what they say is true, being a cliche, what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger…