The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. – Marcus Tullius Cicero

It’s 9: 52 PM on day 127 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to brush my teeth, publish yesterday’s blog post – I fell asleep before I could actually click  on ‘Publish’ LOL 🙂 –  read everything in the media kit I downloaded from thewaterproject.org – the kit is SO cool it’s got info about the organization, posters logos and brochures –     tweet about my Clean Water For All Campaign for a few hours – I didn’t get any donations through Twitter today but I woke to find that my cousin from Australia had made a donation of $107  and the funny part is I didn’t even ask her    – gotta love family 🙂 –    feed myself rice and curry for lunch, watch TV,  feed myself grilled  chicken for lunch,  drink Fanta by myself and exercise for 30 minutes.

Today I was sitting in front my laptop doing my own thing when suddenly I remembered my grandpa picking things that looked like looked like little orange beads off a tree for me and placing them in my left hand and even though I knew in my heart that he was living in eternity now I still couldn’t stop the tears from running down my cheeks because I barely knew this man I called my grandpa – he lived in India with my grandma and we lived in South Africa – but then I realized that sometimes love was about quality of memories rather than quantity and with that I was all cried out. When you lose someone you love do you dwell on the one day that they died or focus on all the other days that they lived? 🙂