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Coco and Better Things
It Is What You Make It
Nobody knows what tomorrow really ever holds. Nobody knows how much time we really have. People spend months planning events, or what they want to do for tomorrow or during the week. People live out of their organizer, and they really don’t know what is going on in the world. People get so caught up in their planning, and organizing, they truly forget about the best things their family, friends, and their life. People put off going to see their family often saying, it can wait till next weekend, or they put off going on the date with their significant other because work is more important and they have better things to do that night.
Four years ago when I was 13, my grandpa passed away. I couldn’t bear the thought of him actually being gone. Just the other day I said something about my grandpa to my mom, that it had only been four years, she looked at me confused and said it again “it has been almost four years.” I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I just felt so empty inside, how could I not realize how long he had been gone already. Right after my grandpa passed away I terrible feeling that I didn’t get to say goodbye like I wanted to it happened so fast. I thought to myself why didn’t I do more with my grandpa? Why didn’t I spend the night with him more? Why did I sometimes put off not going with him to do the little things like fishing and shooting where we would have made the best memories when he asked me to, because I thought I had better things to do or other plans? All these things played over and over through my head, when I finally realized he had passed away. His death haunted me and family like a bad dream. Still to this day I find myself constantly thinking about him. My grandpa was an amazing, kind, strong man. I looked up to him, he was my role model. Even though he is gone now I still look up to him and I want to be like him and I always know there is room to improve to become a better person.
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