Death

Well, death just sucks. Yesterday, one of my friends from grade school, who is a year younger than me, passed away from Leukemia. It's hard because I was thinking how short her life really was. It's not fair, ya know? She lived a great life and I know she's no longer in pain, but it still sucks. I cried a lot today and thought a lot about my own life. Natalie didn't deserve to get sick and die. She was 17 years old when she was diagnosed with Leukemia. Her brother was her bone marrow donor this past summer. I asked God today why her body had to reject the transplant. I know it's really taken a toll on T.J. I know he feels like it's kind of his fault, but what he needs to understand is that they've had these last few months of Natalie being alive because of him. She would have died a lot sooner without it.

Today is the one year anniversary of my grandmother's death. I can't believe it's been a year already. I miss my grandma a lot. 5 years ago, I made her a University of Kentucky fleece blanket for Christmas. When she died, I asked my mom if I could have it. After her funeral, I brought it home. I slept with it on my bed for a while, but then just stuck it in my closet. Today I pulled it out of my closet. It still smells like my grandma's perfume, even after an entire year of being stuck in a closet. I cried when I realized it still smelled like her.

So yeah, these last 2 days have been filled with a lot of death. It sucks that their both no longer here on earth, but I know both Natalie and my grandma are with the Lord, and there's no better place to be.