My grandmother raised 6 kids.
Her story isn’t mine to tell.
She’s sick and is living with her daughter. I don’t know how that ends, but I know my dad is one of the most honourable men I’ve ever had the privilege to know.
I know I’m grateful to be her grandson ...

And I know that he raised me well. I don’t take that responsibility lightly. I make mistakes, but they’re mine. I own them.

There’s a larger point here, though. I want to scream and shout about how cool my grandma is/was

And I don’t know how the next couple days go, but if this is it, I’m really going to miss her and I’m really going to be sad that her kids couldn’t fly in to say bye.
That matters more than a lot of other crap. Just remember that. Be kind if you have the chance.

There’s some shit that feels important and sometimes isnt. I’m really struggling with some missed opportunities to tell a woman I loved that I appreciated her.
Just do it if you can. It really really sucks when you can’t, and sometimes this shit comes faster than you thought

Also, my grandma made absolutely ridiculous birthday cakes. Like, just totally wildly inexplicable cakes.
If she gets through the next couple days, she’s gonna appreciate me shouting her out on Twitter, even if she doesn’t understand Twitter.
So here’s a cake she made

That cake was amazing and just about the funniest thing I'd ever seen. I just keep looking at that photo and laughing, I can't help myself.

I don't know, I wanted to share it. The last little while has been really tough and there've been times where I just wanted to fight with people. But I spent my first night in Alberta with my grandmas and she's just been so kind to me for so long.

It's the kindness we remember