When we were little we don’t think about sickness, or death. Lets face it. We didn’t. But now that we’re starting to get older, it really sinks in. 

My Mimi just found out that she has cancer.

My first thought that popped in my mind was my Papaw Roger. He died on Valentines Day of 2010 of cancer. Second thought, the memory of when my papaw told me he had cancer. Third, the whole process. The finding out, the treatments, the appointments. I remembered how exhausted he was and how sickly he was and looked. 

Im laying here thinking, it was hard for me when my papaw died, but, if my mimi dies…i’ll die.

After seeing what all my papaw went threw, I don’t my mimi to have to go threw that. 

I started thinking about my whole past with my Mimi. The good and funny memories, and then you come across the bad, and you think, what the hell was I thinking? I started thinking about our Sunday afternoon naps we’d take together. I loved them as a child and I still love them today.

My grandparents promised me that they would be at my high school graduation.

Papaw Roger won’t be attending. I can only hope and pray that my Mimi will.

It’s my blog. I don’t give a rats ass what you think. If you don’t like it, then why are you even on it? This blog is made of stuff that I admire. And, if you don’t like it, no one is forcing you to look at it. So, shut the hell up and go the fuck on. 
Y’all have a good evening :) 

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