It happened last week. On a Monday, my Grandma passed away. It was one of the hardest things to have to go through. She was a second Mom to me and, at times, my only Mom. Because of her, my sisters and I were able to take vacations and road trips, she taught us how to write cursive, mind our manners, and above all else, respect our father. She wiped away all of our tears and calmed our fears. My Grandma was one amazing lady and I'm blessed to know that I will forever carry her in my heart and she will now be looking down on me, watching over me and protecting me.
I was asked to create a photo collage of my Grandma for her wake. Maybe because I scrapbook, but also maybe because my family knew I would make it beautiful. While I looked through tons of photos of my beautiful Grandma for the collage, I could hear stories being told in my head from when each photo was taken. Where it was taken and why. Each photo had another story. Photo after photo and story after story. It was amazing.
It was right about this time that I received an abrupt smack in the face. Well, not literally. But it felt like it actually happened. I started realizing that there were so many stories I hadn't told yet. Hundreds. I started realizing that somewhere along the way through my crafty career, I got lost in pretty products and trendy ways. I set extremely high expectations for myself and wouldn't settle for anything else. I stopped scrapbooking stories that weren't interesting enough. I compared my work, style, and basically my life to other crafters in the industry. I got lost.
All of the fun and loving memories I had with my Grandma were still in my head. Hardly any of them have actually been scrapbooked. And it's my own fault. I spent a lot of time with my family the last week. So many people came to say "farewell for now" to my Grandma. We sat around for hours telling stories and watching family videos. And it just confirmed even more how I felt.
So here's to a reawakening of my scrapbooking self. I want to start documenting memories big and small through my scrapbooking. I want my family and future little ones to be able to read my adventures and see how amazing life can be when you just let it be. No more spending lots of time envying others' pages and work. I can use it as inspiration, but not want mine to be exactly the same way. I want my scrapbooks to tell stories about adventures, feelings, emotions, good times and bad.
I'm sad that it took my Grandma's passing to realize this, but happy that she is the reason I do. I hope you will continue to follow along with me as I document my memories, big and small. And I hope I inspire you to get your stories onto paper, no matter what it looks like.