Sex and the University: 3 Funerals and a Wedding
This year believe it or not started out rather joyous. It's hard for me to believe a time that I was carefree and fully happy but it did exist. At the beginning of the year our family gathered all in one place to celebrate the marriage of my cousin, Jason, to his girlfriend, Christy. Everyone all crammed in one hall many of those people I wouldnt see until much later on a much darker occasion.
It started with my roommate, the deaths that is. Her uncle passed away from cancer earlier in the year. I felt helpless, there was nothing I could say to her, and I remember how lucky I was to have never been to a funeral nor able to remember anyone close to me dying. That would all change.
Beth was my babysitter since I was 2. Her daughter was my first friend I ever had and one of the best I have ever had. She got ill around thanksgiving, and left us in march. She was a second mother to me. She raised me. She was the one to clean out my scraps and make me watch Oprah when I was acting up. I think I will always see her as one of the greatest woman to walk this Earth. I am not trying to make a saint out of her like many people do after they have passed..she wasnt Mother Teresa but she helped raised me and my sister and that's not an easy task, and on the side raising two of my favorite people, Katrina and Jen.
I thought maybe I could get out of this funk I was in. Everyday wondering what the purpose was for getting out of bed some days not getting out of bed. But March is the type of month to kick you when you are down, and that it did.
We always kidded with my Grandpa that he wouldnt be able to take another graduation of my sister and I. When my sister graduated from High School he got admitted into the hospital for congestive heart failure. It was close but he got out okay. He would have to use a wheel chair and a walker, festively decorated in camouflage. When I graduated he went back into the hospital because he was having difficulty breathing and there was fluid around his heart. But he was okay. So when I got the news thursday night I didnt think anything of it. By Friday he was gone. I stood by him like I did with Beth not even a month ago and held his hand knowing the conscience parts of him had shut down a while ago. My grandpa the "jack-of-all-trades" and hunting God is now in Heaven with Beth, and my grandma, and God.
Next month my sister graduates from college...
It's been a long harsh winter, I am ready for the spring.
It started with my roommate, the deaths that is. Her uncle passed away from cancer earlier in the year. I felt helpless, there was nothing I could say to her, and I remember how lucky I was to have never been to a funeral nor able to remember anyone close to me dying. That would all change.
Beth was my babysitter since I was 2. Her daughter was my first friend I ever had and one of the best I have ever had. She got ill around thanksgiving, and left us in march. She was a second mother to me. She raised me. She was the one to clean out my scraps and make me watch Oprah when I was acting up. I think I will always see her as one of the greatest woman to walk this Earth. I am not trying to make a saint out of her like many people do after they have passed..she wasnt Mother Teresa but she helped raised me and my sister and that's not an easy task, and on the side raising two of my favorite people, Katrina and Jen.
I thought maybe I could get out of this funk I was in. Everyday wondering what the purpose was for getting out of bed some days not getting out of bed. But March is the type of month to kick you when you are down, and that it did.
We always kidded with my Grandpa that he wouldnt be able to take another graduation of my sister and I. When my sister graduated from High School he got admitted into the hospital for congestive heart failure. It was close but he got out okay. He would have to use a wheel chair and a walker, festively decorated in camouflage. When I graduated he went back into the hospital because he was having difficulty breathing and there was fluid around his heart. But he was okay. So when I got the news thursday night I didnt think anything of it. By Friday he was gone. I stood by him like I did with Beth not even a month ago and held his hand knowing the conscience parts of him had shut down a while ago. My grandpa the "jack-of-all-trades" and hunting God is now in Heaven with Beth, and my grandma, and God.
Next month my sister graduates from college...
It's been a long harsh winter, I am ready for the spring.