R.I.P John Guy Simola
So uh, my grampa died yesterday morning. i found out when i woke up for the softball game.he passed away at 3:30 am on saturday. he was 85, and one of the greatest men i've ever met. and i'll miss him forever.
even now just thinking about him,
all i can do is want to cry,
because its hard to be strong,
it really is.
and uh, aunt Karen... they say she has 2-6 months to live.
which is really sadening also because shes the one
person on my dad's side that i really really connected with and just had a whole lot in common with.
oh, and we lost every game at the softball tournament thing.
we were green, again.
only a dull shade,
not Dark like last year.
i was hoping for orange.
but w/e.
well, that's my weekend.
the End.
even now just thinking about him,
all i can do is want to cry,
because its hard to be strong,
it really is.
and uh, aunt Karen... they say she has 2-6 months to live.
which is really sadening also because shes the one
person on my dad's side that i really really connected with and just had a whole lot in common with.
oh, and we lost every game at the softball tournament thing.
we were green, again.
only a dull shade,
not Dark like last year.
i was hoping for orange.
but w/e.
well, that's my weekend.
the End.