They may have forgotten about me. They may have been gone by now. They may not know who I am now, but one fact is true and that fact is that they are my family.
Grit Uplifted Creative Group was once my home, school and place to go in order to spend time with those people I have come to call my family.
I remember Margaret’s poetry and Len’s ways to rhyme. I remember being praised for my fantasy writing and being encouraged to fix my failures. I remember the place where I could go and being accepted in the way I am and being loved for who I am and for what I do.
I remember Kelly’s world domination project. I remember the good times and the bad times too! I remember Coffee and Donuts, I remember everything and as far as I remember I have come to one conclusion.
I miss my family, I miss Grit Uplifted Creative Group (note that by group they mean family) I wonder if I can come back someday. I wonder how is Kelly’s world domination project going. Does she have new soldiers?
I will remember this family for all my life. These people are the best thing that had ever happened to me and though if this draft doesn’t make it to the posts I want them to know I haven’t given up my dream of becoming a great writer. I want them to know how proud I am of being part of this family. and I want them to know that I support you and love the work you have done.
”Arise! Arise! writers of Grit Uplifted Creative Group, Pencils shall be sharpened, words shall be written and in this day, the ink day! Your words will make you proud of them!”