Hi so I haven't gotten many reads. I guess it's because people don't want to talk, much less read, about death. Am I right? Well this weekend has been very emotional for me so bare with me. I went to a competition this weekend and we won 1st and 8th overall. And all I could think about was my Papaw. He was such a good guy. He was the best.

I guess I started thinking about this because of what he always told me. He told me that he would be there for my graduation, my wedding, everything. And I know he'll always be there in spirit but I can't help thinking how proud he would be of me right now. He would have LOVED it. And I'm writing this while crying.

Next, I just figured out that in a week or so I have to go to my little cousin, well second cousin but you know same difference, well I have to go to her 8th birthday party. And her dad was my cousin. He died a few months ago and right now all I can think is how he's missing his daughter's 8th birthday. How she'll never get to see her Dad again. I just hope, some day in the future, that I can be sitting with her, maybe when she's 16, and read this to her. Never let the memory of her father die. Well the waterworks are up now and that's really it. If you are reading this and you wanna stop hearing about my life tell me your own stories. Bye!

-Yours Truly