Blog Post 8: A Stressed Out Haiku
Oh my gosh, i'm stressed.
Do not take eighteen credits.
My brain is burnt toast.
Grief Part 1: Blog Post 7
My grandpa passed away this past week. Unfortunately, I was not in a suitable headspace to speak at his funeral. After his funeral, I felt like there were things I still wanted to say, so I just wrote a little something. Here it is. My grandpa was the most brilliant man. He taught me so much throughout his life. The most important lesson being kindness. He always wanted to help others. Whether it be with a family or a stranger, my grandfather was patient and compassionate. He never wanted the attention on him, which really made him the ying to my yang (i.e. picture below). I've told myself a lot this past week that if only I had one more time with him, things would be better. But I realize that one more time would never be enough, and I would always be asking for more. So I'll save all my "one more times" for when I see you again grandpa. Until then I'll try to be a little more like you everyday .
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