Well my third grandfather just died. Yes, the third. On my moms side my grandpa died before I was born. My dads is still alive thank goodness. But when my third got cancer, my mother asked if she could be his adopted daughter. My mother said he was getting smaller. All that surgery. She went to the San Francisco hospitol to see him, she gave him lip balm because he was dry and said it was from me and my sis.
A bit after, he died. At least he isnt suffering anymore. And at least I was in his mind when my mom gave him the lip balm. No regrets
I dont want to tell my friends. I wore a white dress because I felt like I should. My mom didnt make me wear it, there was no wedding. Just felt as if I had to.
I know a lot of other people have it worse than me. Like Kevin and Justin... Their dad died and... that was their dad.
Saturdays the funeral. My sister has her prep tests so she cant go...
Im sad. Why cant anybody understand anything? Why is everyone so obvilious?
Im not scared of death, only what will happen to the people who care about me. I wouldnt want them to mourn.
Im afraid of other people dying, not myself.
I guess thats normal right?
You cant stop the cycle.
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