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Alotta my pals say that I am pretty random, and i like to think out side of the box alot. Im pretty crazy but not in the straight jacket sorta way ya kno. I like to send letters to my friends cuz everyone likes to get real mail every once and a while. I also like to leave messages on answering machines. Those are a few joys in my life. Another joy in my life is my friends. They put happy into my life just being there. They are my favorite people and I would do anything for them. There are many other joys in my life such as my dog and writing. There are sum downs too but the good stuff makes up for it. Ya can't let the bad bring ya down too much bcuz then life gets a little harder everyday cuz its just bringin ya down. Movin on, Im kinda spastic and goofy and thats aways fun. I like to have fun and smile and have a good time. I'm never usually serious but sometimes I am when I write. Other than that, I usually am never serious cuz its just not me. It would just be weird. But hey I'm weird too and sponaneous so ya never know what to expect outta me I am just a firecracker that just never stops goin. Ya think the pop stops but no it keeps on goin. I can also be refered to as spark plug cuz i dunno i guess im sparky but okay. Thats about all the main stuff, you'll learn the rest in time.
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Today is a celebration of life, not a mourning of a death.
I was talkin to my ma today and she said how gramma asked to go to the cemetary before she took her home. My ma was a little confused but I knew why. I reminded her today was the day grampa went to heaven. She started crying because she kind of forgot. I gave her a hug and said we should visit again today. We should put black jelly beans. I picked some out of a dish yesterday cuz it's become a habit now. I dont know how she could forget, but im not mad and im sure he isnt either. She told my dad when he got home, because she started putting it all together. -gramma started crying yesterday -gramma drank more -the picnic was a day before, so we could all be together -we found my grampa's softball jacket, my mom and i And she told my dad in this frusterated way. She made it seem like today was a bad day. So I told her today was a happy day. Today we celebrate a life, not mourn a death. And she looked at me appauled. She said that it's too soon to think of it that way and that it was a loss. But it's not. Maybe physically, but not entirely. He's still here. I still talk to him and I know she does. I still dream about him. And it's never too soon to celebrate a life. He would want us to, thats why we had that party the day before. We were all together to celebrate, not mourn. And we had a good time. I had a good time. I knew he was there, dancin polka with us and goofin off. He was the fire that brought us together. He was the fire that all of us were circled around. He was the energy I had to keep carrying the little ones, as we played silly made up games. He is the will to bring us all together. And he is the glue to keep us there. Everyone got along last night. Everyone was smiling. Everyone was embracing and dancing and playing, everyone was celebrating life. Soon enough, my ma will finally see that. Today is a start. We are going back to the cemetary later today, Im going to drive. We are getting Black Crows (he loves them) and putting them in a tupperware bin (I dont want ants to bother him). And he's gonna see me drive up. It's gonna be different this time because Im driving to see him. He's gonna be so proud. Today is a celebration. Live. Jenny at 11:04 AM
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