Gummy
by fire be P U R G E D
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- Seen Dec 26, 2013
This is a quote I throw around a lot when I'm helping friends with their problems, but I never realized how stupid it was until it was sent my way.
At around 1:45PM today I learned that my grandfather, who has been in a nursing home for the past few months, passed away. When he got out of the hospital the doctor doubted that he would last 'til the end of July, but we are fighters. My mother came home shortly after and said those dreaded words to me, hoping it could somehow lift my mood. However, as I got to thinking about it, it simply made no sense. I'm not the best person in the world, but I'm a good guy. When I see someone in trouble or down, I don't have to be extremely good friends (or friends at all) with them to try to help out. Yet, for some reason, things rarely go my way, and if they do, I end up having to lose something to get my way. What's the point in doing good things if your actions are never rewarded?
Despite my dad and grandfather having a bad relationship, he treated me like a king (which was ironic, since he was always referred to as "King" by his geezer friends). My parents tell me it's because I look so much like him when he was my age, but I've never seen any pictures to prove this theory. I never met my mother's father due to him dying before me or any of my siblings were born, so that only made me and my grandfather closer. For this reason, I have been chosen to make some sort of speech during his wake this Saturday. I'm fairly sure I will be making a complete and total fool of myself because 1) I have no idea what I'm gonna say and 2) 90% of the audience will not understand English. What's more, my mother, father and older brother will be going to Haiti (his birth country) on August 17th for the burial and will not be back until August 24th. For those who are close to me, you know this is the week of our trip to Florida. I spent this entire week wishing we didn't have to go, and the phrase "be careful what you wish for" never made more sense to me. God finally decided to bless my horrible situation and I was able to convince my parents to let me watch over my littledevil sister for the entire week as we live off our endless supply of soda cans and chinese food. So yeah, I'll still be on PC and MSN, and Skype whenever my voice stops cracking, but a fair warning: the friendly neighborhood gummybear is currently out of service. Comments and condolences are appreciated.
At around 1:45PM today I learned that my grandfather, who has been in a nursing home for the past few months, passed away. When he got out of the hospital the doctor doubted that he would last 'til the end of July, but we are fighters. My mother came home shortly after and said those dreaded words to me, hoping it could somehow lift my mood. However, as I got to thinking about it, it simply made no sense. I'm not the best person in the world, but I'm a good guy. When I see someone in trouble or down, I don't have to be extremely good friends (or friends at all) with them to try to help out. Yet, for some reason, things rarely go my way, and if they do, I end up having to lose something to get my way. What's the point in doing good things if your actions are never rewarded?
Despite my dad and grandfather having a bad relationship, he treated me like a king (which was ironic, since he was always referred to as "King" by his geezer friends). My parents tell me it's because I look so much like him when he was my age, but I've never seen any pictures to prove this theory. I never met my mother's father due to him dying before me or any of my siblings were born, so that only made me and my grandfather closer. For this reason, I have been chosen to make some sort of speech during his wake this Saturday. I'm fairly sure I will be making a complete and total fool of myself because 1) I have no idea what I'm gonna say and 2) 90% of the audience will not understand English. What's more, my mother, father and older brother will be going to Haiti (his birth country) on August 17th for the burial and will not be back until August 24th. For those who are close to me, you know this is the week of our trip to Florida. I spent this entire week wishing we didn't have to go, and the phrase "be careful what you wish for" never made more sense to me. God finally decided to bless my horrible situation and I was able to convince my parents to let me watch over my little
R.I.P. Normil "King"