I just want you all to know that I have had a very happy life.

~Gilly ❤

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Life goes on after someone’s death. Sometimes you don’t want it to, but it does. Soon, Aiden was turning into a Young Adult. He didn’t want the fuss that Amelia had (teenagers!) but we got him a cake and celebrated with him.

He certainly liked being an adult! Look at that boy-oh…man-pose! My babies. I remember when they were small enough to fit in my arms. Heck, I remember when I was pregnant with them! And sill Chauncey signing “Aide” instead of Aiden. Oh, dear.

He dressed himself up in some new clothes, but kept the hair. That boy does like his hair! The amount of chemicals he puts in it to make it go that way…my, my, Aiden. He did grow up to be very handsome. But there’s nothing of his father in him. Amelia still has his nose, but their hair and eyes are all me. Most mothers would be happy of that fact, I think, but I would love to be able to look at my babies and see something of the man I loved in them.

They miss their father dearly, especially Amelia. The girl has not stopped working since she become a young adult! She’s already mastered the gardening skill!

My babies, my home. They’re the same age I was when I moved here. I hope they learnt from the stories I told them. I made mistakes in my younger years, but they shaped me into who I am today. I hope they remember that.

Nothing lasts forever, does it? Especially life.

I am thankful that I have had love in my life. That I had a man who loved me, and children who depended on me. I am happy that i got to experience all the things I did in my life, even the sadness.

I don’t regret a single thing.

My sweet Amelia…you’re in pain now, but someday you’ll be looking back on your life in the same way I am now. And you’ll see love. I am sure of it.

I greet the Reaper like an old friend, and pass into the afterlife.

To be with my dear Chauncey.

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Uh, I don’t know how to start this.

Mom loved this blog. She’d go on about how many people were looking at it, and she’d be so happy when she got a comment. She loved telling her life story.

Mom died last night. She was old. She taught us a lot. Important things. Like not to give up on love, even when it seems you’ll never find it. About living your life like tomorrow would be your last day. We didn’t always see eye to eye, and I was closer to my father than I ever was with her, but I loved her. And she loved me. And now she’s gone and I don’t know what to do.

I know I can’t just leave the story there, though. Mom loved this blog too much, and people have been following my entire life. My first steps, first words, all my birthdays. I can’t just stop it here. For her sake. For her memory.

So, I’ll continue.

My name is Amelia Grimm. I will be writing The Farrington Diaries from now on.

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(A note from Sinny: This was a emotional chapter to write, as I was quite attached to dear Gilly. But the story will stay the same like this through the generations.

Now, I have to make an apology. Those who see me on Reddit may or may not know that I’ve been quite unwell. I’ve been really sick, so that’s why the chapter was late. I have plenty of screenshots now, though, so you can expect a new chapter very soon.

Onwards! To Generation Two!

Thanks for following 🙂 )