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[ilikeyoursocks]

So I officially kinda don't like my life any longer. Whoever decides when people/animals are going to get sick and die has shitty timing. Recently I have found out that my mom's mom, my Grandma Sophie, has lung cancer. She smoked way back in the day, like the 1950's, but it has apparently caught up with her finally. She's my only "real" grandma. My

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[savestheweek]

My family dog was put to sleep when I was 17, and I still miss her. That sounds pathetic.... But I was the person who was closest to her and she used to sleep on my bed every night.

And my Grandma is also very bad off. She was recently moved to a Hospice center, which is apparently the place that they send old people to die. Its weird because she isn't my biological
Grandma, but I'm probably closer to her than my other Grandmas because she's the only one who lives in this state.

Death is sad, but its also something I try not to think about too much. It gets me down.