It just feels weird...
I don't know why, but I never thought about Wilma's death. I only thought of my Grandpa's... Because, well, it's kind of expected a little bit more than hers... He's an alcoholic and has no liver. He hasn't lived a healthy life, and something's wrong with his lungs. He uses a breathing machine a couple times a day. So, I guess that's why I thought of his death before I ever thought of Wilma's. Wilma lived a healthy life, I think, and she could still walk... And she still had her hearing... And she could still see... Mom told me the only thing that was wrong with her was her heart. ...That's enough though.
Now I don't think Grandpa will live much longer... Though for some reason-- contradictory to me thinking about his death-- I still see him outliving us all. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I think irony loves our family; loves our family in an abusive way, but always makes up for it in the end. Grandpa's mother lived to be 101; she said she would make it to 100. I don't know... I don't want to jinx my Granpa... I want whatever's best for him.
He won't follow that routte though now... Now that Wilma's gone... He'll drink 'n refuse being sober. She was the only thing that kept him from that, I think. Maybe they did love eachother...? I never thought about it...
Well...
Good luck to my family. Good luck to my dear Mother who has to deal with the s**t that's sure to tumble down upon her now. Good luck to Wilma with whatever's beyond this life. Good luck, good luck, good luck.
Rest in peace Wilma Perkins
If there's a God, I'm sure he'd love you.
And thank you.
If there's a God, I'm sure he'd love you.
And thank you.
- natasha.
