There are always 2 sides to a story.....

I have been pretty quite this last week or so. Life has a way of taking a priority. I have been doing alot of thinking recently due to some family issues. My grandmother has been in the hospital and we just found out that she has stage 4 colon cancer. She is 96 years old and has led a full and good life. But it just seems not right for her to go out of this world that way. I haven't been close with my grandmother through out my life. That is part of my story...the second side to the story....My parents had issues with my grandmother and so through out my life I always heard all the negative things about her. And as I grew older I guess I just decided that I was not going to question what my parents had always said. I never made an effort to find out on my own what my grandmother was all about. But this last May, for my sister's 50th Birthday, all 5 of us kids went to see her. That was a feat in itself. I don't know if my grandmother had seen all of us in one room during our whole lives. But as we were all talking, I started to listen to the stories from when we were kids. And I heard the other side... And now that I really know what my parents are like, I regret that I did not find my own truth. That I took what they said for face value. That I missed out on having my grandmother in my life for most of my adult years. The lesson I learned here? I will never take anything for face value. I will do my own investigation. I will find my own truth and base any decisions on what I believe.