Live to be alive and feel, Laugh expressing joyous emotion, Love a deep feeling of affection. Live, laugh, love a cute little saying I found on the net while searching for MySpace backgrounds. The saying stood out to me, every time I would think of my life that saying just fit right in. To me it means, Live your life to the fullest, Laugh until it hurts, and Love with all your heart. I live, I’m always making sure I don’t miss out on opportunities given to me, I laugh and I’m always trying to make it so the people around me are laughing too because laughter is the key to happiness and less wrinkles, And I’m a person who loves unconditionally with every thing I have because you only get one life to live and what’s life if you’ve never felt loved. On December 27, 2007 I was on MySpace looking for friends to catch up with them to see how their Christmas went. I went to a couple of pages sending comments and looking at pictures when I came across something startling. On top of one of my friends pictures were the letters R.I.P, I looked at my sister who was sitting next to me, there was a moment of silence and my eyes started to tear up. My sister hugged me and told me to look at other pages and call my friends before I jump to conclusions. I franticly searched page after page and I finally came to his page. I stood my hands were shaking, my vision was blurry, and my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to pop out my chest. I quickly grabbed the phone and ran down stairs and dialed, it felt like the longest five seconds of my life. I called my best friend and started to cry when she picked up, she apologized for not telling me and she cried with me. We talked about our loss and then said our good-byes. I laid in my bed trying to make sense of things, asking myself questions I knew I could never answer. After a couple of weeks after every thing settled down I remembered a question I asked my self, did he live a good life? He did live a good life because he lived using my philosophy not even knowing it. He lived, he was the most alive person I knew he had so many dreams that he knew he could achieve even when people doubted him. He laughed you would always catch him in a good mood he was always the high light of every ones day. He loved he made every one his family and he would be there for you no matter what he had your back. Knowing this made me accept his death as a positive instead of a negative. I believe in living your life to the fullest, laughing until it hurts, and loving with all your heart.
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