I know the best people ever

gramma cutting up parsley...telling me addiction runs in the family n to be careful and telling me how to drive (like i dont know.. i know the game) i LOVE my gramma... giving me 400 in bills. telling me "dont use it on alcohol or drugs but keep 200 for you.. use 200 for beach with d but hide the rest" (oh word gramma...)
she gave me a cig and we is talkin .. she's the coolest 78 year old EVER. i love her soooo much. she is soooo understanding and i am blessed to know her.

then scott... omg he wont fuck me over... even if i dont like it but damn if if my head hurts and i need an opiate to da brain... i got it. the key is... IF i need it. if i wanna get high it never happenes. he's smart and gonna watch my cats when i go away n is maybe my best friend other then mike. he kinda is my moral god. i love him. i do.

14 mins n waiting... still feel like shit but the vessels are opening now...

sigh.
yeah scott is cool n my gramma rocks the world. i love them both. sooo much.
and btw people try to use scott.. "t im dope sick, let's go down to whats his faces name and see if he can help me not be sick"

ummmm he helped you out and some of you bitches were a snob to him cause he's like 55 years old and not like you. YET every time you come over.. you wanna hit him up and act like he's your friend. wont happen. i laugh at it really. scott is not dumb and he does not give oxys to people who use. i dont get them every time i ask. but when i need them i get them because im NICE to him and respect him for who he is. maybe these people really need to learn how to treat ppl.

 

i HATE how people use scott for oxys.

hate it hate it hate it.

or they try to. but scott is not dumb and the joke is on them cause he "doesnt have any" when user come around. yet they still ask and scott is soooo nice.
he wont let a person get sick but he'll help out a person at times.. the people who try to use him piss me off but it's funny.. like they expect to be a SNOB and get a free opiate (he never takes money)? wtf?

 

both my grandmas are mean as hell, they could inhale your soul with just one breath...I'm not joking either..

I am glad you get along great with yours, and that she is a nice one! Hope your head starts feeling better...

 

That's super! Both my grandmas are nice to. But old ladies live on both sides of me and i'm pretty sure they don't give out free opiates.

 

my gramma i used to live with died at 66 years. she was a sweet heart n i mourned (and still do) her death like a mom. i was 13. she was amazing.
my dad's mom... well my dad is a royal fuck up but his mom.. the one i saw tonight is truly incredible and amazing.. she has SOOO much wisdom and never judges and i love her and respect her sooo much. an amazing woman.

my headache is gone. word word word. i feel okay now.

 

My grandparents have long since passed away. Hell, I'm a grandparent now. Glad you get along with gramma.

 

my gramma.. i dont gotta lie to her. and she wont tell anyone anything. i can tell her ANYTHING. she is the type of person id like to be someday. and she's mad hip for someone her age. REALLY.
when she dies... i will go into mourning for mad long. until then... i wanna help her through the shit in her life.. my gramma being mad sick, taking anthrax meds for his repeat bladder infections (no joke).... fuck i dont know. i wanna ease the pain she feels cause she feels it and when love comes knocking i return love or i do my best. my parents suck in a way but my gramma has been HERE for me and if she dies before she knows what she means to me... then my life was in vain. i wanna resurrect her and bring her back to live eternally in love. i love her SOOO much.

 

she is my hero and im glad she's still here. i need to apprieciatte it every day. that i have her.

 

I feel the same way. I think when my grandma dies*which is hard for me to even think of yet type*it will be the worst day of my life. I don't think a day will go by that I don't think of her and just sob.

 

Most definately.

 

and even more... although i tell her i love her and thanks n stuff..

every thing i say here n more.. i need to tell her before it's too late.

i need to TELL HER (cause ppl arent mind readers) that she made a HUGE positive impact on my life (you have no idea when i was kicked out i stayed there for a year and wow..she is loving and does not judge).... but yeah... i need to tell her how much she means to me. i have a feeling... call it knowing my fam and her life... she does a lot and is not that often told just how much she means to people. I NEED to tell her that she did something for me that is huge... and amazing... i HAVE to tell her or else... she might die not ever knowing how incredible she is. im just glad i still have the chance to do it. an amazing woman

 

Make sure you do. My dad passed away in 1994. I still miss him and want to tell him things so much.

 

feb 11th 1993

the day my mom's mom died. i set up a shrine in my room. all the pics... everything my gramma gave me. i wrote a song/poem and wanted to sing it at funeral but my mom thought it was dumb. THAT is dumb. that was also my lady. my best. whatever anyways
both of my grammas.. amazing.. and its hard. im just glad to have known them. i cant even explain how incredible they both are/were. i cant.

im blessed.

 

yeah! i got shit to say to my mom and dad too even though my dad is an addict and absent mostly. i STILL have to tell them how much i love them before it's too late. i fear soooo much people dying and well, me having loving thoughts and/or forgiveness thoughts and not telling them before it's too late.

its happened to me before and well life is fragile. ppl need to know they are loved and apprieciatted and if someone has made an impact on your life.. you HAVE to tell them. because tomorrow might be too late. not trying to be morbid but it's true. love them NOW and SHOW THEM you love them now cause life isn't forever.

 

ps marc
your dad knows.
he does.
i believe that with all my heart.

 

March 1st 2003. The day my grandpa died. Had been in intensive care for a couple of months after his appendix ruptured. Died from complications. I was having my weekly DARE lesson at school getting ready for graduation from it and my dad picked me and my brother up early. He was having complications, he was dying. I felt nothing at first. God knows it kills me now.

 

I love your attitude.

 

I miss my grandmother we use to go to the bar and drink

 

I like your attitude too lucky. I dream of murdering my parents fequently.

 

when my grandpa died (mom's dad)... he had diabetes and lost a leg, another leg and had heart attacks... etc.. he lost his first leg by being in a hot tub at his DAUGHTERS funeral thing in new mexico on a navajo reservation... a nail, pound. it went down hill from there. we tried to get him to eat right n take care of his disease but he was stubborn. anyways my brother would go over there every day before college and give him his eye drops (glaucoma) and just generally take care of him. he got worse n worse... he had this basement ... from the kitchen if the door wasnt latched well it's a steep drop and an old school cellar really. what happened was.... he cant see right n stuff ya know? he was wheeling around in the dark and the door wasnt latched. his chair went down. my brother found him the next day when he came by to give him his drops. when my brother went in my grandpa was saying "dan!! (yeah my bro is named dan too but two diff ppl lol)... i think i turned off the light... can you turn them on?!"

my brother found him on the floor not knowing what was going on, badily bruised and confused... he was knocked out and had no idea. hospital. and i went to visit him about three times in the week before he died. he was always a quiet man. not great with expressing feelings but always a nice man. well i held his hand when he was not breathing well .. in fact, i mean he was over weight and had had heart attacks but he was always so full of LIFE... so yeah i stood there and even when he was comatose and could not hear me.. or maybe he could...
id tell him
"it's okay.. i love you soooo much. everything you've done for all of us is apprieciatted. dont be scared... i promise that everything is okay... im here and i will be but yeah it's okay grandpa. you can let go. we will not leave you but let go, i promise ill be here with you"
i think he heard it. he died a day later. machines and all kinds of bs. scars all over his face. it was ugly but i think he knew he was in safe hands. he died wth dignity and grace and i do miss him.