So, my grandfather died the other night. I guess no one really expected it to be quite that soon. My Dad had just flown down and we thought maybe a few months, but we all sort of knew he'd probably die within the year. This means a few things.

First, I'm flying down to Florida Thursday because the funeral is Friday. I've never been to Florida, so that will be kind of cool in a dampened, muted sort of way.

Second, my Dad will probably be there for thanksgiving since he won't have to take care of my grandfather. So that's sort of a mixed bag.

Third... wtf? Someone has died every semester I've been in college! First, my great aunt bertha who was in her 90s whose funeral I didn't go to because ooooo, i was in college for the first time. though now I sort of regret that because she was pretty awesome. Second, last spring, my TA/friend Jennifer died sort of suddenly from pneumonia (it wasn't the pneumonia, it was her body shutting down and an infection caused by the pneumonia). I did go to her memorial service which was beautiful and sad. Now my Grandpa. Also, now I've run out of old relatives... which worries me. I hope this isn't a pattern because now it'll be either young people, or parents/adult-friends-of-the-family.

I should see a therapist.

I also may have a mild panic disorder. Self-diagnosis for the win? (I prefer self-treatment for the win ^.^)

But I'm doing okay. I didn't know my grandfather that well, so I'm not upset about it, it's not a loss really. I think the last time I saw him I was maybe 8 years old. I'm just really worried about my Dad...

Anyways, life is short because time appears to speed up the older you get. Live well. Don't hold grudges, never ever go to bed angry, forgive quickly, love as hard as you can, and don't ever, ever be afraid to take a risk.

Love,
Brooke