***stolen from ~Terra-Storm***

I'm willing to take a risk here, and put my name on the line.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want — good or bad. When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) what people remember about you. (post only if you want to, commenting does not mean you are required to do anything.)



My grandmother died what I was five years old. I can't remember a lot about her, other than she loved to cook. She wasn't a great cook, but we never went hungry at her house. At her funeral, she'd requested to have a mariachi band playing. I didn't understand why she'd requested that until my father explained something to me. In Hispanic culture, funerals are not meant to mourn a loss, but to celebrate the person's life and many accomplishments.

Why am I telling you about Grandma Rivera?

On June 1st, I witnessed death for the first time.
Our dog, Annie, whom I have spoken of many times, passed away. We knew she was dying and planned to take her in today, but she took a sudden, severe turn for the worst. Mom called the vet and he wouldn't be back at his office until 2 PM.
Annie didn't make it til then.
I cried about it, recovered and cried again, but last night, my mother reminded of Grandma's funeral. "Do not cry over losing someone. Remember them and celebrate their life." So, I chose to remember Annie as she was and not how she died. I'll always think of how she would raid my plushie penguin collection and line them up in a straight line on our living room carpet or how she would chase a tennis ball, pick up, then roll around on her back while kicking her back feet in the air.
Yes...watching her asphyxiate and have seizures was traumatizing, but I have to remind myself that she is in a better place now. Annie is with our other pets who have passed. She is with our golden lab, Sunny and my beloved cat, Toby.

All this happened after I went to the doctor and found out I may have acid reflux. It's not a severe case, but it's bad enough to make eating almost impossible. Every time I eat, I pretty much get nauseated immediately. Then, he put me back on a psychiatric medication that I've been off of for two months.

So, at this point, you're probably thinking...all that sounds really, really bad, what the hell are you excited about?

Well, I have a lot to be happy about. I have wonderful friends, I'm reconnecting with old friends...family still sucks...but my boyfriend more than makes up for that. For the first time, I'm with someone who hasn't gone running at the first bad thing to happen. He was with me through the death of Toby, massive surgery, the recovery and now, Annie's passing. Ten months...and he's still here.
Yeah...he's mine and I'm not letting him go.

Oh yeah...I'm past that 25% thing. I kicked some ass at therapy and beat some of the therapists records on the Wii.
Take that, physical therapy!




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