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I’m sorry followers, I’m not risking it!

only cause the source is CNN

sorry guys

I’m sure it’s probably fake, but not risking it.

Kanaya, don’t censor my blog. :(

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So typing this up was not only irritating and drawn-out, but also hurt like a bitch.
Why, you ask?
Well, I’m currently wearing a brace on my right hand.
Went to the doctor today and discussed the problem, had x-rays, and tada.
You’ve got a hairline fracture and deep soft-tissue bruising in your right hand, and nerve trauma in your elbow.
They sent me home with a brace and an anti-inflammatory/pain killer med.
So really I’m supposed to relax and not type. But eh.

In conclusion, if you don’t hear much from me, this is why.

It made me think of you.
Are you there, looking over me?
God, I hope so. I really miss you and Pap.

And to be honest, I’m scared. I’m terrified.
What happens when Mom and Dad pass away?
What do I do then? What if I’m still in school, still young?
What happens then?
How do I work up enough money to pay the mortgage, the funeral bills, any outstanding medical bills?
What do I need to do with Social Security?
There’s so much I don’t know, and I’m more scared than I’ve ever been.

I don’t want to be alone.

Life, I really don’t understand a thing right now.
I really, honestly don’t.
It took a lot of effort to make myself make this post, but I figured there might be a few people who want to know.
Last night, about nine thirty pm, my Dad woke up from a nap and went to check on my Pap, who was also sleeping.
The night before had been rough, as Pap had an episode with his Alzheimer’s and they were up until early the next morning.
So naturally, they napped most of the day.
When Dad went through that evening to check on Pap, he wasn’t breathing, and was cold to the touch.
Dad called me while I was out to dinner with Mom and Jo, who had been staying the night recently.
We left in a hurry, and while on the phone, I lead my Dad through CPR.
He never got Pap to breathing again.
The ambulance arrived, and worked on him for over an hour. They reported later that there had been fluid in his lungs, which had counter-acted with the CPR.
By the time we arrived at the hospital behind the ambulance, they pronounced Pap dead.
The doctors told us later that his heart had just stopped in his sleep, that there wasn’t an electrical signal in his heart at all. He never responded to the resuscitation efforts.
No signs, no warnings. Not a single clue.
It feels like a bad dream.
So now we’re in the midst of planning funeral plans for Pap.

I’m sorry, Pap. But you told me, just the day before yesterday, that you knew I could graduate college and go on to do what I wanted because of the story about the homeless woman in Florida who graduated college.
At the time, I thought you were just poking fun at me. But now I understand. It’s not about who you are or where you’re from: it’s about what you want.
And I want to make a difference, so I will.

“Life ain’t always what you think it ought to be, no.”

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Lord, make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother.
She’ll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my colors.
And life ain’t always what you think it outta be;
Ain’t even grey, but she buries her baby.
The sharp knife of a short life;
Well, I’ve had just enough time.

If I die young, bury me in satin.
Lay me down on a bed of roses.
Sink me in the river at dawn.
Send me away with the words of a love song.
The sharp knife of a sharp life.
Well, I’ve had just enough time.

I’ve never known the lovin’ of a man,
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand.
There’s a boy here in town who says he’ll love me forever.
Who would’ve thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life?
Well, I’ve had just enough time.

A penny for my thoughts, oh, no, I’ll sell ‘em for a dollar.
They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner.
And maybe then you’ll hear the words I’ve been singing.
Funny when you’re dead how people start listening.

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