TODAY I WAS IN MY PSY 132 CLASS AND WE WERE TALKING ABOUT THE CELBRATIONS OF DEATH AKA FUNERALS AND HOW THEY DIFFER FROM CULTURE TO CULTURE. MY PROFESSOR SHARED HER STORY WITH US ABOUT HOW SHE HAD TO MAKE THE DECISON TO PUT HER FATHER TO SLEEP. WELL I WAS LOW KEY TEARIN UP INSIDE.
HERE IS THE THING RIGHT NOW I AM SITTING IN MY ROOM GETTING READY TO DO HOMEWORK AND I JUST CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THOSE WHO HAVE PASSED BECAUSE, WELL TO BE HONEST IDK WHY.
I MISS MY ANGELES SO MUCH. I KNOW THEY ARE IN A BETTER PLACE BUT IT HURTS ME TO KNOW THAT I WILL NOT SEE THEM PHYSICALLY FOR A LONG WHILE.
AS I SIT HERE AND THINK, I BEGIN TO TEAR, I TRY TO THINK ABOUT THE GOOD MEMORIES BUT THAT JUST MAKES IT WORSE. I DON WANT TO JUST HAVE MEMORIES I WANT THEM HERE. BUT THAT IS A VERY SELFISH WAY TO THINK. GOD HAS A BIGGER AND BETTER PLAN FOR MY LOVES.
--BUTTERFLY!
