We may not like to admit but death is needed even if it is heard to overcome. I am not afraid of dying myself, but as for others around me I am scared. I’m scared most of my parents, my brother, and my grandmother dying. I believe though in order for me and everyone else out there to grow, even if they are adults, we must all learn to say godobye. Even in heartbreaking situations.
The only thing I can hope for is that the dreaded reaper doesn’t come to the ones I love while I still need them, but that’s not a good thing for me to say because I will always need them. What I should say is that I hope they die at an old age and by old I mean 100 maybe even 110, somewhere in there.
If things go properly and by age my grandmother goes first, then my mom, dad, and my brother and I will be the last one left. But I have a feeling with the smoking my dad does he’ll most likely go second. It scares me even more, just thinking I will be alone. As I said before, I believe I must say goodbye to grow. The only thought I have is I won’t be strong enough to say goodbye and I will wallow in my pain. I know I will never forget any of them even if I tried my best too. I’ve heard though that when a person dies you forget their faces. I have a hard time imagining me forgetting what they look like. I refuse to let their faces disappear.
I believe family never fades, even if you dislike yours. For me family is like a safe house that I can always run to when the going gets tough and always know the door will be open. My family is always loving, close, and always there to hold you when the world is being ugly and has turned on you. Or with high school you feel the world is going to end. They are my best friends even if we do have the ugliest of fights sometimes.
Why bother saying goodbye to people that dear to me or a family that sweet? It almost seems insane to. Yet, when the time comes I will say goodbye, give my new family a safe house that I have experienced for years and know it’s there when I needed it and I will grow stronger even if it hurts me. This I believe.
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