I have fallen in love with "Sons of Anarchy"

I know that the series ended in 2014, and I know it's been there, but it hasn't appealed to me before now. I've seen almost every episode in the matter of days. (Yes I know, I don't have a life).

Please tell me what you think and I hope you'll enjoy the story!

P.s: That speech in the beginning of this chapter is borrowed from a website. I do not take credit for writing it.

I got this idea in my head the other night and I just wanted to try it out to see if it would work.

I do not own "Sons of Anarchy" Only my OC's and other characters I may create later on.

*cathrineoriginal*

"Every one of us runs into a situation where you have to MAKE YOUR OWN CHOICE. And the choices one makes depend on how you view life and the HABITS you adopt, and from there one everything is touched as if we touch it with a Magic Wand.

Most of us have a big PROBLEM on how to approach PROBLEMS. Most of us get CONFUSED when we are faced by a problem, whereas the least of us learn how to MASTER LIFE after handling problems successfully.

LIFE situations TURNED OUT BAD because one was unable to handle PROBLEMS and adopted the wrong HABITS.

When we you look at all of these LIFE SITUATIONS, we see two groups of people. Those who chose a PRO-SURVIVAL route and those who chose the route of DESTRUCTION and DEATH.

Our current society is our product. That shows how well we handle problems.

We are walking around BLIND with our eyes wide open. Just ask anyone walking around us WHO are we? What are our CAPABILITIES? What is LIFE? MIND? SPIRIT? … You'll get a blank stare and a shrug. They have acquired the HABIT of IGNORANCE, the habit of not wanting to know.

One piece of wisdom I learned from L. Ron Hubbard is that TRUE LIFE starts with the ability to CONFRONT our problems, as opposed to flinching, avoiding, destroying. And he makes it clear that when you flinch, avoid or destroy you are going to make that thing stronger and more powerfully working against you.

So we have CHOICES TO MAKE and those choices become HABITS. You can choose to use force or ability, choose the material or the spiritual.

TWO CHOICES, you can be or not to be, to know or not to know, to be cause or to be effect, to make it negative or positive, to destroy it or to create it.

Because LIFE IN THE END… either at the end of the day, at the end of a period of time or at the end of this life is what you MADE IT TO BE."

This was my word to myself… So that I didn't forget the choices I made.

I had taken them out of my journal. Inspired by old memories, to give it intensity.

I think back on my own choices I made growing up. If I could've gone back in time, would I have changed them, avoided them?

No, not a chance…

Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the thing we all want most in this world.

Danger…

Excitement…

Adventure….

Undying love…

By making my choices, I experienced the adventure of my life. I found out how much in love one person could be. The one thing I craved from a young age. Finding the love of your life, fighting tooth and nail to hold onto that, only let the bond grow stronger. A love you only find once in a lifetime and at the same time. Bless with kids, three charming kids that means the world to me.

Time sure does fly.

I can't believe it's been almost 50 years, 50 years without him but even though my heart's aching for him, I never regret the choices I made back then. We were living in a dangerous world and we promised each other to get out. Grow old together, having more children and having grandchildren.

He would always be the love of my life, no matter what….

"Grandma, We're here!" I hear voices from the hallway. I know those voices anywhere. My darling grandchildren. I have 10 of them and I love them all the same. They are the reason I am still alive and kicking. Only two of them stayed in town though.

"Up here sweethearts." I call as loud as I can.

"Grandma… Why are you up here in the attic? How did you even get up here?" My oldest grandchild Donna asked as they dodged the beams and cobwebs.

"I'm 85 stupid, not invalid." I said with humor as I greeted each grandchild with the same amount of love.

"Hi grandma." My youngest, Harry said.

"Hi, sweetheart." I said and patted his cheek.

"So, do you mind telling us why you wanted us to come?" Donna asked looking around.

"I need your help to bring down some boxes. I'm looking for something but I don't know which boxes so I need your help to bring them down.

"Grandma… there's a shitload of boxes up here. How the hell are we going to do this?" Harry exclaimed.

"Watch your mouth before I wash it with bleach! Anyway, I was kind of hoping your Aunts and your father would have turned up to help us." I answered with a sigh.

"And that's why we're here." My son said as he popped his head up through the hatch.

"Ah! Wonderful!" Please help me take these boxes down stairs." I said after kissing my three children and giving them hugs.

"You know how I feel about you coming up here by yourself, ma. You could seriously hurt yourself." My youngest Jackie said as she helped me down the latter.

"I know sweetheart, but I wanted to do it." I said with a smile. "Now, help your brother, sisters and your niece and nephew with the boxes. I will make us something to eat and drink."

The noises that filled the house soothed me. This was how life was supposed to be like.

I was an old woman now, I've lived my life, I only wished that he would've been here for this. I bet he would've loved it.

"Ok, grandma! All the boxes are down now!" Harry yelled from the living room. With help from Jackie and my other daughter Emma, we brought the beverages to them.

"What are we looking for, Ma?" My son asked me.

"Some old memories." I said approaching the first box. I hadn't looked at these boxes for years. I hadn't touched them in what seemed like forever. I don't think I've opened them since I packed it all away 50 years ago. This was harder than I thought, but I had to do it.

"Why now, grandma?" Donna asked as she opened one box.

"Because it's time, sweetheart." I answered with a kind smile.

We opened box after box but I couldn't seem to find what I was looking for. I had start to believe that I misplaced it and it crushed my soul.

"Woah! Check this out!" Harry exclaimed as he took out some sort of clothing. "This is so cool!"

I made my way over to them in hope that Harry had found it. And there it was…

The thing Harry held in his hand, was a cut. A black cut.

The back was covered with the grim reaper and over it was a name.

Sons of Anarchy

I could feel my eyes starting to water, but I suppressed it.

"Wow. I haven't seen this since I was a kid." My son exclaimed. "I thought this got lost back then."

"I know, and I'm sorry, Abel. I'm sorry I hid it away from you all these years. It was just hard and we've been through so much." I said with a quivering lip.

"I know, ma… I know." He said hugging me tightly.

"Wait… what is this?" Donna asked and I could tell that my daughter has also had a hard time following this.

"It's a long story, child. And it's about time that you got to know it." I said as I sat down with the cut in my hands, tracing the patterns on the back and front where the label President screamed at me.

"Would you mind telling us?" Harry asked. I closed my eyes for a second. This was it, this was my choice yet again. The choice I make now, will change the life of my family forever.

But then again, it's my choice. My choice to let them know about their heritage.

It was about time I told them the story of how I fell in love with their grandfather…

Jackson Nathaniel Teller

So, what do you think? Is it worth pursuing? Do you want me to continue?

Please let me know.

Until next time (hopefully) xD

*cathrineoriginal*