In the words of Michael Kelso: *BURN* And also, *BUUURRRNNN* 🔥

Dude, I know that I should be one of those people that thinks you should let bygones be bygones and such.... but I'm not.

Look, I know that people make mistakes. And I truly understand that, we've all been there. Lord knows I'm not perfect and have never claimed to be, because it would be lying. I've made mistakes and I've done things I'm not proud of in my life (hopefully I'm not a horrible person, because I'm alone in this).

I think we've all been there at some point.

BUT, I have never set out to intentionally hurt someone- physically or mentally.

Except my brother, and that was self defense, because growing up with him was like being raised somewhere between backyard wrestling, boot camp, the middle part of Bravehart, and the battle of Helm's Deep.

With that being said, I can also completely understand the need for "revenge" of sorts. Especially when that "revenge" doesn't necessarily hurt someone, but helps you recover something in your own way.

A man in Minnesota, who was raised alongside of his sister by their grandmother, wrote an obituary for his biological mother. And he used that moment to get out some of the things that he had apparently been holding in for many years.

Now, I understand that ole saying, "you shouldn't speak ill of the dead" and my Grammy was a stickler for that one.... however, she also used to say that when someone treats you poorly, it's in your right to let someone know that. As someone who has been in the position of the one being hurt, I can sympathize with it. Did this obituary hurt someone who read it? Possibly. But isn't it perfectly reasonable that he has the right to say how he and his sister feel?

Maybe I'm wrong, but I think he does. And maybe the way he did it was tacky (I don't necessarily think so, but I know many people do), but then again, maybe that's exactly what he needed to do for he and his sister. We all get closure in different ways and maybe this was his. Personally, I don't think we all need "closure" I think we can come to it ourselves, and sometimes we don't even feel the need for it in the first place, because we literally don't even give two shits, but some people need a little help.

And I'm glad this dude got it.

Why I wear two rings on "that finger" without being married.

I recently got asked on social media if I was "engaged" or "seeing someone special" because in a picture I posted, you could see two rings on "that finger" and people started freaking out. And by people, I mean some of my friends that should've known better (no worries, most (ie: my best ones) did.... they know me far too well to not know why I have those two rings).

I don't wear jewelry. I used to wear quite a bit of it when I was younger (I'm talking three necklaces, two arms full of random bracelets, earrings all the way around- about thirteen piercings in each ear, three to four rings, and a belly button ring AT A TIME AND MINIMUM), but once I started working at the nursing home I took all jewelry off except earrings and belly button ring. Then, I took out the earrings.... and last year I decided it was time to say goodbye to the belly ring (because a belly ring is a young gal's game, and this Katie ain't young no 'mo) and took it out, leaving myself pretty bare.

And that sounds kind of dirty, but I swear isn't.

I'm also pretty adamant about liking the fact that I'm single and have absolutely no desire to be married.... EVER.

When I was around sixteen/seventeen, my high school sweetheart got me a necklace, one of his rings that I wore (that had a giant skull, because we were too cool for our own damn good), and a promise ring (it was beautiful and you couldn't pry it from my cold little pale grubby hands), that I no longer have (the sweetheart or the ring), and other than that, I've never worn a piece of jewelry for a purpose until now.

You see, I wear my jewelry for the same reason that most people do (no, not marriage).... for the sentimental value that it holds.

The "waterfall" ring that I wear was originally my Grammy's. She had worn it for years and gave it to me when I was eighteen years old. We were really close and I'm not sure why she chose this ring (she had a bajillion at one time) or me to give it to, but she did, and I love it for that reason. I'm not a "fancy" kind of girl, so if it wasn't sentimental, I wouldn't wear it. Plain and simple. And even though I've had it since I was eighteen, I never started really wearing it until about two years ago (remember, I couldn't wear rings when I was a CNA), and found my jewelry box while unpacking.

The second ring, I wear behind the "waterfall" ring and it's a cross inside of a heart/flat band. You may think that I wear this ring for religious purposes (I don't), but I actually wear it, because it's my Momma's. She wore this ring throughout the majority of my childhood and probably still would if she could. We found it a few weeks ago when we ran across an old box while going through boxes to get rid of/store things and I've been wearing it ever since (with her blessing/permission). This way, I always have a little piece of both of them with me at all times (because all of the personality traits, sarcasm, and attitude I get from them apparently isn't enough).

And I wear them together on "that" finger for two reasons.... because it only takes up one finger and that's the one they fit.

The three amigos.... Athos, Porthos, and.... wait, wrong movie.

Three years ago today, I shared a photo on social media and I got emotional when it popped up in my "memories feed."

You see, this photo isn't just any old photo to me. This photo has me and the two ladies in my life that I am/was the closest with.... my Momma and Grammy. While Momma and I are still very close and share all aspects of our lives, Grammy passed away in July of 2012. Her passing was sudden, terrible, and painful.

Not just for me, but for Momma and everyone else in our family that loved her. Even my friends loved her and were sad to hear of her passing.... that's just the kind of lady she was. She inspired love.

We were lucky, because Grammy lived with us for the last of her years. And I honestly can't think of anything that I would've loved more. In fact, all three of us did. For quite awhile it was just the three of us, and we took care of one another.... the three amigos.

This photo was taken back when I was around eleven or twelve and as you can see, my hair has been questionable my entire life. But, these two have never cared. They have always loved me for me and I love them for themselves. I am a better person by just knowing and receiving unconditional love from them. I could never explain to them how much they mean to me and how much they are a piece of me every single day. No matter where I go, or what I do, they are always with me.

There are some people that come in your life, and no matter the reason or situation, you carry them in your heart forever. These two are definitely those kind of people. I've never met better and I'm sure I never will. Sure, there are other women in my life that I love dearly, but sometimes it's just different no matter what you do.

With Momma being as sick as she has for the last few years and almost losing her back in July, the thought of having to be without her was unbearable. And now I know what she went through when Grammy was in the hospital. Watching someone you love be sick and knowing there's nothing you can do for them is a tough situation, but when that person is your mother and you love her on that level, it's devastating. I honestly can't think of any other word more fitting for it.

I was blessed, as I got more time with Momma and after that entire set of circumstances, we definitely came out of it with a different outlook on.... well, on everything. I love my Momma and I miss my Grammy.

This is for them.... and it's filled with nothing but love.