Family

Katelyn

Family. Not boys. Not friends. Family

Im going to tell you about mine. Falling apart. First off there is my mom and dad. My mom is adopted. Her adoptive parents, aren't the grandparent type. Most of the time they are traveling. My dads parents are my 2nd family. I love them to death. My grandfather's mother is very sick. Been sick for about 7 years now. My cousins Brooke, Garrett, and Rachel all live 3 hours away from me. Brooke is 17. My favorite cousin. Always wanted to be her. Now, not so much. She loves this guy who doesn't treat her right. She turns 18 soon and is going to leave with him right when she graduates. My family doesn't approve at all. Now my brothers. Mason is annoying little brat and Jalen is not intrested enough to care. Well just to stir things up a bit, Lets go back to the past. February 13th, the day before valentines day. Im at a dance with my friends. Seems like that was the last time I had real fun. That night I got home something was up. My brothers were actually with my parents. And with my family that isn't normal. I decided not to even ask when I really should have. Next day Valentine's Day and everyone seems to be up and early and getting ready. My dad comes in and tells me we are going to my nanas house. First thing I thought was on valentine's day really? But then it hit me.

I got dressed and got in the car. We drove which was about 45 minutes. Everyone was there even my family who didnt live here. I went to see my great grandmother and instantly started crying. She had tubes on her arms and in her chest, in her own bedroom. She had a breathing machine on her and I couldn't even stand to stay in that room. I walked out to hear my dad talking to my aunt and hugging her saying that should would have a big enough heart to pass on valentine's day. This was the first day I saw my dad cry.

February 15th, 2015. I was teared inside and out. I saw her die, right in front of my eyes. Watched her take her last breaths. Her lasts seconds of pain.

Then I realized something. Why is everyone so into love and boys? Why do we put up these heart breaking stories about how your boyfriend broke up with you and you were depressed because you still love him? Well you guys are all lucky aren't you. You can still see this person everyday of your life, you can make up. You can grow old, start a family, and be together.

Everyone who posts anything depressing of your break up is normal. Everyone has someone they loved and lost. Hell if you don't your lying.

The point I'm trying to get to is you don't need boys. You need family. I wanted my grandmother to see me graduate, to see me on my wedding day, to be at the hospital with my first born. I would have done anything to make her stay alive and see me grow.
I wish about stupid things. Wanting a perfect family is not so easy. But who needs perfect when you have love by your family.