Memories Last Forever

Isn’t it funny how when we don’t think about a person for a while and then something reminds us of that person all these great memories come flooding back? That’s really happened a lot to me today. My Papa Shephard died this morning. I knew it was going to happen, it was inevitable. Last weekend my brother told me he was doing really bad since he had to take our dad up there to be with my step-mom.

I am having conflicting feelings about this because I am very upset by his death and then I feel horrible for not seeing him in a long time. He’s been in a nursing home and per my step-mom didn’t remember anybody which is an awful thing to have to sit through, your loved one not even remembering you. He is only my step-grandpa so I wasn’t ultra close to him but to me, any death is sad. Even perfect strangers dying upsets me because I always think to the family they leave behind.

I guess every time I hear of someone dying that I’m close to or close to someone I know, it makes me realize how short life is. That’s why I try to live in the now and make the most out of my life. I hate that I waited to so long to finally decide what I want to do with my life but better late than never. I will post more later because right now I need to get dressed so I can run to the grocery store. So until next time, later gators!