at least it’s first period, get it over with

My English teacher Ms. Burgmeyer, who is my favorite teacher ever, told my class this story, because it related to a poem she read. When she was a senior in high school/freshman in collage, one of her friends was having a party or something. Her best friend, i think his name was Chad, was on his way over, when he was hit by a drunk driver. She told us how the poem was about loss and love, because she had a crush on Chad and never told him. It really made me think about what I would do if that happened to me. I’m not afraid of dying, I’m just afraid of not having enough time. Time to grow and experience life. And it’s just one of those things that you don’t really think about, but every one and a while it hits you. And I’ve been fortunate enough not to have experienced a lot of death in my family. But my grandma is really old, and she had a stroke a few years ago that she never fully recovered from. And its hard, because my mom has to give her so much care, but shes so stubborn and wants to be independent. I also know that she’s starting to forget things, and its pretty hard to see her go through that. I don’t know if this will be our last Christmas with her, but i pray that she still has more time. It’s just really difficult, to imagine what dealing with death will be like. I just hope that it won’t be any time soon.