sketches of a bipolar girl: Luxurious Long Hair

It's been over a year now since I cut my hair so short. It has been a relief. I don't have to worry about relaxers, curling irons etc. Now I just wash, pat down, apply a little leave-in conditioner, a little moisturizer and I'm done. Now, don't get me wrong, I loved my hair, I just couldn't take the up keep anymore. When I was a little girl, I used to pretend I had long hair. I would put a towel on my head, and pretend I had long, luxurious blonde hair. I would flip it off my shoulders, and put it in a ponytail. Fixing my hair was such a chore that I came to hate my hair. My grandmom had thick, black hair that went down her back. Sometimes, I would go into her room in the morning, and she would let me brush her hair. She taught me how to braid hair. I remember one time when I was very little, she took her hair down just so I could brush it. I miss her a lot. I am trying desperately to remember all of my grandparents little traits that gave me great pleasure. I have some keepsakes from all of them. I know that one day, I will see them again. I believe that your family and friends come to guide you to the gates of heaven. I'm not in any hurry to see them again, not like before when I wanted to die. I am now trusting in the Lord to guide my days. Sometimes, I know they are watching me. I hope I do them proud. May all of you have a wonderful weekend. Peace, Joy, Love -B