It's one of those days..

Sometimes...

 I wish I was a kitty; just lounging on the porch,

with the nice breeze, and the smell of Confederate Jasmine in the air.

Wouldn't that be nice.

It's hard saying goodbye...

My dear friend lost her father today..

I'm not going to say it's a sad day, cause it's not; the sun is out, the weather is nice, flowers are blooming. It is hard to say good bye to someone that was once soo close to you. I could only imagine what she's going through. I wish I could take her pain away..

I want to tell her, your father is not gone, he is still here with you; he loves you, and he always will love you. But I couldn't say that to her, she has lost the one man that has loved her, that has been there for her, the one man that actually cared for her. All I can do it try to be a friend, be there for her when she needs me. I wish I could hold her, and make her tears go away.. I want to see her laugh, with that sweet, big, cheesy smile she is oh so good at. This girl is soo caring, so sweet, and she's always there for everyone I know. I love her with all my heart. I want her to know that her father is with God, waiting for his little girl, his son, and his wife. It seems like forever until you will see that special someone, but it's really not. We only have soo many years on this earth, and that day when we pass on, will be a great day.

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When I pass on, I want people to smile, laugh, make jokes.. remember the good days. I want beach music playing, I want people eating, and drinking.. maybe a little dancing. Heck, I want a party! I want them to have a great time, I hate seeing people sad, so yeah, if you come to my funeral, get ready to have a great time!

They are in better place, trust me..

Yesterday I attended a burial at the National Cemetery in Beaufort. Jason's Grandfather passed away on Friday. It was a lovely service, the American flag over the casket, a soldier played the trumpet, there were lot's of beautiful flowers, and I must say a good bit of people. It was kind of awkward at first, I didn't really know any of Jason's family cause they came from Walterboro S.C., but they were really welcoming people. I met his Grandmother, also know as "Maw", she was a sweet lady, she seemed so cozy and warm as I hugged her and told her how sorry I was for her loss. She wants to get a bob wire tattoo! I thought that was pretty hard core for someone her age, but hell, who says you can't get a tattoo at that age! I liked being there for Jason, and I'm glad I got to go to the burial. I wish I would have gotten to go to the Funeral but I had absolutely nothing to wear! (That sounds kinda childish, but I like to look good..). Jason was one of the Paul Bearers so I had to stand with his siblings. I tried to see if he would tear up, but he later on told me that he almost did when the soldier handed Maw the flag, aww.. I told him to let it all out. Guys.. they never listen. But his Grandfather is in a much better place, that's the nice thing about death, you go home, and wait for everyone to come.

Other then that, nothing has happened..

But today is Jason and my self's 5 month Anniversary! :)