I would like to blog regularly, but as my internet usage is limited, (Do to finances) that is hard to do. Things seem to be looking good for us in the future. Both of us are working hard to repair our credit, so our family can get out of this one bedroom apartment! Hopefully within 4-10 months we can get a loan for a car, and in 2-5 years we will be able to purchase a house. Repairing credit is not easy, and it takes time.
My Husband is looking into starting school, and I am looking forward to helping him accomplish his goals and dreams. We have a lot of things going on right now, and we are both excited!
I want to take the time to thank my parents. They have been supportive of us, and sometimes helped us when we really struggling. ( Such as, couldn’t get a car loan, couldn’t afford groceries because our rent increased.) Very rarely do they ask for anything in return. Just that we do the same for our son.
I am very thankful for my family. We may not have much money, but we have each other. I hope someday I am able to repay my parents for all they have done for us. Hopefully I will be able to post more short stories after my Son’s birthday party! I guess things get better, it just takes time! Goodnight everyone. I’m off to bed.
We did not get approved for the car loan. However, every cloud has a silver lining. My parents, passing on the great legacy my Grandfather bestowed upon them, decided to help us out. My Mother applied for the loan for the new vehicle, since we could have not afforded another car payment anyways, had we been approved for the loan. She gave us her car. It belonged to her father. It was a bittersweet moment. In may ways, my Grandfather still lives on. He lives through my Mother.
My Grandpa would have done anything for anyone that he loved. It was just what he did. He gave love unconditionally and never asked for anything in return. My Mother and Father are very much the same way. My Mom handed the title over to Me. The last owners name, was my Grandfathers. Yes, this car belonged to my Grandfather. It was never really anyone’s car. We still called it my Grandfathers car after he died. It just didn’t feel right calling anything else. His glasses where in the glove box, right were he left them. The license plate that was his, still in the trunk for safe keeping. This is the car that continues to give. Just as my Grandfather did, and still does even though he is long gone. My Mother and I shared something special yesterday at the Auto title place. A memory of a man we all wish we could share our life and memories with.
We cried as we shared this memory. My Mother inherited the car from my Grandfather. My Mother gave the car to me. It was gifted not once, but twice. the car still keeps giving, just like my Grandfather did. As my parents now do. I thought about how that car my husband was driving, was probably not very safe. I count my blessing,s and can’t help but think my Grandfather had something to do with this. He is still looking down on all of us are all ok. I cant imagine what would have happened to Mike had he not been on a country road. I know my Grandfather is with my family. I have felt he always has been. He continues to live on and his legacy is one that has been passed to my parents and will be passed to us. This is the greatest gift of all. unconditional love, and memories and time spent with those you love that can never be paid back.
Sorry I have been away for so long. My son had some health problems recently without going into detail, but he is ok now. I have been working a lot to try to pay off debt. It seems like it is a never ending battle.
Recently my husband’s car took a shit, and when I mean took a shit, the whole engine went bad. Now we are in need of a new used car. With times being tough and our credit score being low, we are praying somewhere will approve us for a loan. My car is twenty years old and on its last leg. So im praying in the that wont take a shit for at least another year. These things that happened could not have happened at a worst time.
I’m trying to stay positive through all of this. It is so hard. Sometimes I feel like crying, screaming, mostly just feel like giving up. I don’t understand why it is so hard for honest people who work their ass off, to just make it by. I have only $80 this week for gas food diapers and wipes. Payday cannot come fast enough.
When it rains it pours. I hope there is a silver lining in this dark cloud. I pray we get approved for this car loan.
I wont be able to blog for a while, unless there is free wifi. For a couple of months now we have had no internet. It is not a necessity, so it goes. I know many of you are in the same exact situation here in America, and other countries as well. Just know that you are not alone. I’m not giving up because my story isn’t written yet. Neither is yours. We all could use a little less rain.
I think this is worthy of reblogging. This is a very powerful and beautiful piece.