The last thing my Grandpa McRae (greatest guy) asked me before he passed away was, “So Gracen, what’s the next project?” Long ago, he and my grandma were at the University of Guelph as well. From what I gather, the two of them got into a fair bit of constructive mischief in their day. As such, he always delighted in my stories from school - my big projects and general ruckus. He was a tall man with huge farmer’s hands even in his last days at the hospital, and he mustered a smile as he asked me, “What’s next, Gracen?”
To my family, friends, and mentors... Thank you for making all of my previous ‘projects’ possible; for trekking to Ottawa, for being filmed in your underwear, for coming to events and inviting me to yours, for vote mobbing and facebook sharing, and for keeping my head out of the mud when things are sucky. I promise you, I’ve got more in store. It may entail quiet years of dedication (the quietness is the only questionable bit there - dedication is a given) and a paucity of glamourous media coverage. It’s going to be really super though.
To my family, friends, and mentors... Thank you for making all of my previous ‘projects’ possible; for trekking to Ottawa, for being filmed in your underwear, for coming to events and inviting me to yours, for vote mobbing and facebook sharing, and for keeping my head out of the mud when things are sucky. I promise you, I’ve got more in store. It may entail quiet years of dedication (the quietness is the only questionable bit there - dedication is a given) and a paucity of glamourous media coverage. It’s going to be really super though.
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