If you actually read the email you'd see the part about 'I love you a bushel and a peck...yada yada yada, etc etc etc.'
That is an on-going inside joke between me and my Grumpy. He's been singing that little diddy (song) to me ever since I was really little.
Over time I've come to love it because it's actually kinda funny that he just breaks out singing that song to me out of no where.
And most of the time, oddly enough, it makes me smile. I makes me happy. And even when I'm at my most unhappy it can cheer me up in the blink of an eye.
I don't know what I'm going to do when he dies. Because I've come to accept the fact he won't live forever.
He's in his 60's now. Smokes. Has been in and out of the hospital a lot recently. And just a few years ago the doctor said he might only have six years to live.
Loosing him will destroy me more than loosing anyone else would. He is the only person in my family that doesn't judge me these days. God, there are so many things I could say about him but it would take up the amount of space as a large novel so I'll just leave it at that.

That is a PrintScreen of an email my Grumpy (grandpa, my mom's dad) sent me yesterday night. And after reading the first few sentences I started to cry. Like, CRY. There we high amounts of tears, I was sniffling, my face got red, etc, etc, etc. Some of the tears were happy, others were sad.
I think you'd have to understand and actually know everything I've been through in the past two years to understand why reading that email would make me cry. You might understand the happy tears, but I can imagine not many would fully understand why reading that would make me so sad.
Now I'm just really sad and now I've read that email well over ten times. And every time I read it I start to cry. God, I'm so emotional sometimes. Haha.
I need to do something to cheer myself up. I can't be all upset and stuff when I go back to school tomorrow!
OMG! This is my last day of freedom! Ahhhh! Lmao. Now I seriously need to cheer the fuck up. I can't spend my last day of Summer Vacation crying and sulking around thinking about that email and the past two years of events.
I think this is the longest post I've ever made on this blog. So I guess I'll shut-up now and go back to texting Corey and Emily.

This is my black female Pug, Oreo. She'll be 2 years old (In human years) this December. And I've had here since she was about 2 months old. Right now she's living with my grandparents though because she became really attached to my Grumpy (Grandfather, I've always called him Grumpy for as long as I can remember) when I was living in Inwood.

Those are definitely not very good pictures of her. I have better ones somewhere, but not on my laptop so I couldn't share those just yet.

From left to right: Caleb (7 years old), Me (14 years old), Logan (10 years old), Calysta aka CJ (6 years old)

*Taken a little over a week ago from the front steps of my grandparent's house in Inwood, West Virginia - when we were staying there while my mom was visiting my dad in Nevada while he was there for work.