If I Die Young, Bury Me in Silence, Lay Me Down on a Bed of Roses

Jessica Lynn and Ashi-Babe already know. But as for the rest of you, here it goes. When I woke up at exactly 5:58 Friday morning, I had this terrible gut feeling. It was like that feeling I had that first night I got my fish and I dreamed that it was going to die by the time I woke up that morning (and sure enough it did and I cried for almost two hours). Then at 6:28 that morning, my dad got a call that made him jump out of bed and get ready so fast, I wasn't even half way done with my breakfast when he left. The next time I heard from him was in third period at exactly 9:52 according to my phone with a text that said "I'll update you this afternoon after school" and when I finally checked my phone in the middle of fourth period, it seemed to me that something was terribly wrong. I was unusally quiet during lunch (according to Ashli, Jake, and Ryan) but then again I guess that's kinda to be expected when you sit at a table full of deaf kids. I was fine in 6th period and our little nature walk really helped me clear my mind. But when I got home I got the news. I cried, and cried, and cried. And then I got a call from Jessica and she said that she sensed that I needed a hug. After I got off the phone with her, I went to Ashli's and cried some more. Then Josh texted me and I told him to. He was at my house in 15 minutes and he held me while I cried on him (in his car of course, everything happens in that car. Jessica knows). It's nice talking to a deaf kid because you can tell them anything and they can't hear you anyways, so you jus keep talking and talking until you can't talk no more. After a run to Starbucks (he bought this time) I went inside and blasted my music that way no one can hear me crying. And then I went to bed around 7:30. I'm pretty sure I've gained 30 pounds since yesterday (I'm a very emotional eater) and today all we talked about was funeral details.

Grandpa, you're the best grandfather that a 16 year old girl can have. Thanks for being there the last eight years. You've always said "live for today cuz you never know what you got til its gone." That is so true. I love you so much, I don't think I've told you lately. Rest in peace.

In Loving Memory of my grandpa, Jess Moultry.
June 2, 1952-April 8, 2011