“when one door closes, another one opens”
imagine how annoying it would be if that were true
you close the bathroom door to pee and your front door suddenly blows open
your cat escapes
you run out and jump into the car to chase the cat and hear everything falling out of your over-stuffed pantry as its door unlatches
I loved you very much Queen Victoria Rose Long.
In the 11 and a half years you graced this planet, you changed a family. Tori, no one could ever love like you could. You taught our family how to love unconditionally even if it was bothersome. You loved us very much Tori, and we loved you more than anyone could comprehend.
We watched you grow with your sister Aleksa, we watched you battle kidney failure (they told us you wouldn’t make it, but you proved everyone wrong), we watched you mourn the loss of your sister, we watched you explore living with my brother in a completely different environment. We watched you battle the same thing that took Aleksa’s life, a stomach tumor.
You watched many a thing happen in our house. You saw my brother on his birthday when you were his present 11 years ago, you saw my brother fight cancer and you were always there for him, you saw my brother and I go through braces, you saw my brother graduate, I only wish you could have seen me graduate.
You lived such a beautiful life. Your great meows will be very missed in this household. I know even Chloe will miss you
even though she never really liked you. I could write a book on how you have changed me personally.
I find it odd how everything in this world is so timed out. We got Tori when I was in first grade, I have lived with her for my 12 years of public schooling, and now just before I am done with that stage of my life, she passes. It’s funny how that works, her passing onto the next stage as I pass onto my next stage.
Tori, you represented and saw the best years of my life. Thank you for sticking through them.
I know that you passed away with only one regret: never catching that red laser dot.
May you rest is sweet beautiful peace up there with God. Say hello to Aleksa for me.
this sucks. poopie.
- Mom: Kristie, what soda do you want, Pepsi?
- Me: Yeah... Wait. NEVER MIND I WANT SOME MOUNTAIINN DEWWW.
- *few minutes later*
- Me: Ma, which vegetable do you want?
- Mom: I WANT NOTHING BUT THE BEST BROCCOLI TOOOOOOO.
- *few minutes later*
- Mom: Hey, get out the list.
- Me: why... So we DON'T FORGET MEAT, I BEG
- Mom: I'LL REMEMBER CAUSE YOU SAID
- Me: SOMETIMES WE GROCERY SHOP AND SOMETIMES WE EAT OUT INSTEAD
- Mom: *pretends to sob*
Sorry to everyone. Recently I have been in a constant shitty antisocial angry mood. I know I have been pushing some people away unintentionally because of it. I’m sorry if I haven’t been as inviting or friendly as I should be. I’m sorry that I haven’t hung out with you four in a while, just us five alone. I miss it just being us sometimes. A lot. A lot, a lot. Just us. Sorry about… I’m just going to try and change myself this week. Enough sorry’s.
Mapcrunch has me exploring all over Portugal. I figured that out by the road called “Estrata de Portugal” It is so pretty!!