Jan 18, 2005 09:57
Well I survived this weekend, not that I thought I wouldn't. It was hard to see my grandma, it didn't look like her. I hear that she looked like her mother. It was very hard to see grandpa. I could tell he was in so much pain. He loved grandma SO much. My heart aches for him. I can tell how lonely he must be.
My dad seems to be doing okay. I just hate funerals. I hate it when they talk about the people they are survived by. I hate it when I hear my name on that list. I am not saying that anyone should be happy, but it just made me feel sick to my stomach.
My biggest fear is that I will die and no one will be left that will come to see me. I feel that my cross to bear in life is the one thing I fear the most. To watch all my family and friends die, (being the "survivor") and I will be that person who no one comes to visit after I die. (no one left). Maybe I should find more friends, younger ones.
There just seems to be a derth of good people out there that have the potential to be good friends. Thank you guys who ARE my friends for being so special to me. You're few and far between.
hmm.. guess that's all I have to rag on about for right now.