If you're offended by long, drawn-out, sentimental speeches, I suggest you leave now. I have no time for your disrespect.
I read recently that Casey Calvert, guitarist/vocalist for one of my favorite bands, Hawthorne Heights, passed away in his sleep yesterday morning. No one knows for sure the cause of death (though my sister inferred that it might've been heart failure, but she can't know for sure), but he died peacefully at the age of 26. ********. That's too young. He didn't do any drugs or anything. He just kind of...died.
Now, I didn't get as worked up when Anna Nicole died. Why? Well, I wasn't a big fan of her or anything, but she was a person too...just a person with a hell of a lot of fame. I didn't feel close to her. On the other hand, I had met Casey on several occasions and every time he seemed to be the absolute nicest, funniest person. He was always laughing it up with fans. He was everybody's friend.
I remember when my grandfather died this past January, his doctor came by and sat us down for "the talk." That would be, the "your grandfather is dying" talk. She said she'd get the most calls for dead or dying people around the holidays. Why? I don't know. I don't remember what she told us about that. But she was absolutely right.
There was Donda West, mother to Kanye. Granted, she probably shouldn't have gotten that surgery. But that doctor should've also been certified. I'm not a fan of his music at all, but I'm praying for him regardless. Because he is a person and deserves the respect. Yeah, he's arrogant. Still, it's a tragic loss. He and his mother were very close. Why would I refuse him sympathy?
There was my grandfather. He was an Alzheimer's patient. He was getting on in years. He was losing some of his facilities since probably 2001 or 2002. It wasn't until January of this year that he passed on. My dad took it really hard. They were super close before Grandpa started to slip away. I'm glad I took the time to say goodbye when I could...the day after was too late.
There was my cat. She was old. Yeah, pretty much. Old and cranky. I kind of wanted to call her Cruella de Vil because of her crankiness and black and white fur. Still loved her though. I did get to have one last moment to say goodbye to her though.
Live everyday as if it were your last...live as if you'll have no regrets.
I need to practice what I preach.
Alexandra
 Melody Starlight · Sun Nov 25, 2007 @ 09:15pm · 0 Comments |
