I now have something I've always wanted:
I'm beginning to think I don't dream big enough.
I love games. All kinds of games. And I'm so happy to have one place to keep them all together, instead of scattering them throughout the house.
"Has anybody seen Life?"
"I think it's under the fish tank."
So now I have it - "Jinxieville Game Central." And I was so excited, I took pictures and wanted to share the news. And the first person I wanted to call was my sister. Nobody else would understand the excitement of such a mundane event.
Bitter irony #1: The games are on her shelves. That I wouldn't have gained without the loss of her.
Bitter irony #2: She was one of the only people who actually PLAYED the games with me. And she gave me half of the games on the shelves.
Bitter irony #3: After sorting through her things this past week, I have learned just how insane her life had been, financially. I knew things were difficult for her in that regard, but I didn't realize that it was utter hell. I don't know how she was able to keep her family out of the red. In some areas, she didn't. She was constantly on thin ice and I can't even IMAGINE the stress. How did she breathe on a day to day basis? And do you know what?
Despite these HUGE worries hanging over her head, she would have rejoiced with me over the completely inane addition of game shelves.