First up, we have Family. This word holds so much. Above all, for me, it holds love, friendship and strength. First to my mind with family is my mom, who has been my "teammate" for the past five years, since I was diagnosed with epilepsy. Without her, I don't know where I would have drawn the strength to get through the doctor appointments, hospital visits, medical tests and treatments for epilepsy until we found one that looks like it will have me feeling like a normal person by the end of this year. But family doesn't stop at mom, it goes on to my brothers who keep me grounded. The Mom part of family builds me up until I think I'm the best thing since sliced bread. The Brothers part reminds me that while I'm okay and all, I'm still the same girl who wrote her "g" backwards so her name was Meehan... the same girl who was invited into their room for a slumber party at about 8PM, sat down at the foot of one of their beds to consider the possibilities of sleeping in their room versus staying in my room until they fell asleep, and when they woke up an hour later, they found me still sitting on the foot of their bed, considering which case was more favorable. They can't and they won't get over how indecisive I was. That Slumber Party Story is why they were laughing here:
And from my point of view, Brothers are what make me want to improve myself. I've looked up to them and tried to be just like them since I was a toddler. They are both very successful people who come up with their plans and make them happen. That's who I want to be and what I want to do. Furthermore, family goes on to my cousins and grandparents. I've had rough times in my personal life and wonderful times that I am so lucky to have experienced, and my extended family has been with me every step of the way, cheering me up and cheering me on.
Six letters, deep meaning. Family is a big word.
Next here, I see Pray. Just seeing the word fills my heart with warmth. Prayer offers comfort, hope, and the knowledge that I am with someone in heart and doing the most for someone that I can in their time of need... and also on a daily basis. Prayer is how I feel most at peace with myself and offer peace to people I love. To me, the word prayer is indescribable. It's a spiritual experience.
The third word is Memories. I have a mixture of emotions about memories, because something about my health has interrupted my ability to remember things. Memories since I've been sick are very foggy and that upsets me. The reason that upsets me, though, is because I like memories. Memories, mental pictures, the ability to take a moment and remember the scent, the sounds, the tastes and the way the wind felt, your exact emotions... it's fun to be able to put yourself back there. I enjoy being able to sit next to someone like my grandmother who can go back to her childhood and tell a story with every single detail so it feels like I'm right there with her. Memories are good as long as you aren't constantly living in the memory. You need to be constantly making memories.
I think the last two words are my favorite. Hope and Dream. In my book, dreams give you something to hope for, because I believe that dreams are meant to come true. I think you should make your dreams come true. I also understand the importance in having hope. You need hope. If you ever give up on hope, you truly have given up and you can't let yourself do that. Sometimes, dreams are all you have to hope for.
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