Lois
Well, death didn't listen to me. Yet again. So I get to spend this weekend saying goodbye to Lois. She is the grandmother of my close friend Kristan. I've known Lois for almost 8 years, and she's been suffering from Cancer and related problems most of the time. Shes been in remission multiple times. Well this time she couldn't fight it. I got a phone call about 5 minutes ago and she passed away tonight. She's been so many things to so many people. She "adopted" my brother and I and introduced us to her family as her adopted grandkids. Her and Dick, her husband are our "American grandparents". The last time she had a family member in marching band was my sophomore year in high school when her granddaughter my age, dropped out. But up until the last minute she was doing everything to help those kids. Every guard uniform I wore, or flag I spun in 4 years, she had some part in it. Everything the years previous to it going back ages too. She welcomes every new band member and tells them all to call her Aunt Lois and to go to her if they need anything. Told, she told not tells. She won't do anything in the present tense ever again. Fuck this sucks. I don't want to deal with this. I can't. Grandad, Sam (I know he was just a dog, but I loved him and he was the second dog in my life) and now Lois. She was the toughest person I've ever met. Shes dealt with so much and although she complained she wouldnt take shit from people. Yes, there are a lot of people that didn't like her and I used to joke that she would outlive all of them just so she could keep pissing them off. Well obviously I was wrong. I hope shes in a better place, and I know she doesn't feel anymore pain but she's been a constant in the scene of that shitty little high school and shes fought SO hard for everything to help those kids. She came to almost every play I was in during high school, it took being in the hospital to keep her away. She couldn't make it to "Earnest" because she was too sick, but she fought until the last minute to feel good enough to come. She didn't even go to church that morning so she could save the strength to come. Luckily I saw her over Thanksgiving. Ash, Camron, and I stopped in for a surprise visit and she was fighting so hard, and was so glad to see us. She was always there with a smile and a hug, and if we were at her house she was trying to feed us and doing everything for us. She's going to be missed by so many people that loved her. Atleast this is one funeral I won't miss. I couldn't be at my grandfathers, but atleast I can be at hers.