Family and then theres me.

Tonight was my grandfathers birthday. Made me see how lucky that my grandpa is my only grandpa. My moms mom never got married and was a single mom and had great grandmas help raising her, but grandpa brown is my hero. He's done everything to be one of the greatest men in my life besides my dad and Ken.  Grandpa has been through a lot growing up here in Goodrich and been through a lot during the Vietnam war. Sometimes I can see a proud face on when something happens like when I walked on stage or when I had dance shows.  My grandpa has shared a lot of his life with me and grandma Nancy too. Just hearing there story's and being apart of there family tree makes me proud knowing I am their granddaughter. Lately as I fill my tree and ask questions, it makes me question more about my grandparents. I want to be like them, tell my grandchildren my story's about my grandparents.

As i layed in bed this morning, I woundered how my life would be when i got married and had kids. How would my kids remeber me? How would they tell storys to there kids and there grandkids? It brought me back to a few years ago grandma nancy, my dads mom, always had storys about her parents and aunt and uncles and had pictures in boxs in the 2nd floor gustroom desk, and sometimes when I stayed the night I would look at the old pictures, there where always names and dates on the back of them, and sometimes i would ask grandma the story of them. Behind grandpas lazyboy is a big cano shelf and at the bottom layed books of pictures from his parents side of the family. I remember him telling me funny storys of him growing up in the house i live now. My house is a old farm house. Has been in the Family i say from the 30's ( gussing here) even though it dosent have no records that we know of, we know its over 100 years old bc we looked at the foundation and how it was built. Last night...

Intro By: Victoria Brown As a first time blogger i like to share to you me and my thoughts. Most of my blogs can be random but for others i would like to tell you the struggles of a early 21 year old and for others to relate to. I am part of a family of 6 with busy parents and 3 brothers. I was going to school for music but it kinda destroyed my dream with pressure, balance and stress. I wanted to become a choir teacher, but that all went down hill because of anxiety and depression. I've always had those two battling with me for as long as I can remember. But it got really bad after i graduated from high school. Another thing is I am a small town girl. always was. So going to school in Flint was different. I moved to a small village called Goodrich after my Great grandfather  passed away in 2006. I have a amazing bf named Ken or we call him Bubby. His nick name he has had since he was a kid like me. I was called Vicky or Vicky Lou, but very little people are aloud to call ...