Twist and Bend..knowing that it ends..
Well, I have not written in a while with no good reason whatsoever, So I will not try to justify my absense with anything. I have had much to contend with in the past week so I really wish to vent without interruption (which is what all my friends would do...interrupt, not in a bad way, but i just need to ramble). My Grandmother passed this weekend and it was really moving, because I saw what death was. Before now, I can't remember a time when I looked upon a dead person and saw so much, she was so empty of the person she was before. I remember she used to be so happy all the time..always smiling, like a ray of light...she could fill a room with her beauty, even with her being on in years. She was an awesome person to be around, and was so cool with me. What lays in that coffin still is nothing more than the shell that she used to be. She had no smile...no benign look on her face...just completly lost in eternal sleep.
I spoke with my brother while i was there and he informed me that a mutual friend of ours (one that i neglected to keep in touch with) passed not but six months ago of an intestinal disease. He was only twenty years old. He was so fun to hang around...we would always play RPG games and talk about the music and the themes of the game. My biggest regret is that i never got to say goodbye, that i never kept in touch, and now i will not get to be in touch.
These events have cast a new light to illuminate the dark places in my life...and suddenly everything seems so different. I implore to the reader(s) that you never lose contact with people you care about, or put off talking to someone you like or love, thinking that later, they will be there. They won't, and you will feel the sting of regret. Don't make my mistakes.
"To the well organized mind, Death is but the next great adventure" -APWBD
I spoke with my brother while i was there and he informed me that a mutual friend of ours (one that i neglected to keep in touch with) passed not but six months ago of an intestinal disease. He was only twenty years old. He was so fun to hang around...we would always play RPG games and talk about the music and the themes of the game. My biggest regret is that i never got to say goodbye, that i never kept in touch, and now i will not get to be in touch.
These events have cast a new light to illuminate the dark places in my life...and suddenly everything seems so different. I implore to the reader(s) that you never lose contact with people you care about, or put off talking to someone you like or love, thinking that later, they will be there. They won't, and you will feel the sting of regret. Don't make my mistakes.
"To the well organized mind, Death is but the next great adventure" -APWBD