Fope's Blog

Howdy! So someone asked me if I still had this blog this past month and I believe that's a bad sign...haha. Let's just say I write sometimes and other times, I don't. Today, I feel like writing about staying in my lane.  I don't even know if that's what I'll end up writing about.  Life is getting weirder. Undegrad is done, a.k.a., the comfort of kind of knowing what's happening next year with my life is gone. People are vanishing. Not quite literally, but they are. Everyone's on Instagram and Snapchat, and in church, and in school, and around, but they're not really 'here'. We're there with each other, but we're not together. It turns out intentionally booking appointments to meet up with people is what’s helping to maintain sanity.  I miss having eleven roommates in high school (and no it wasn't cramped).  It was great, we had fun; something interesting was always happening. From my life and bits of ... ehm let's cal

Source: http://blue-ink-pearls.tumblr.com/ I stood at your grave today and watched all these people decorate it with most sensational of flowers. Yours was easily the prettiest spot in the whole yard...not that that was a price anyone would crave. Someone must have heard you talk about daffodils at the hospital because the entire hospital crew brought those. Even now, I can hear you joking about the lucky hell-bound fellow who got to sell all of it. When six months became a year, two, and then four, we figured you'd beat the big C. You made it your thing to remind us that science and yourself, the only big C, were the ones involved in your miraculous survival. I still feel the same way about life and time as I did when you were here Cariole. And I know you would have asked why my all-powerful C had His hands folded while your routine check-up became a "cancer come back". I still don't have all the answers. For your sake, I really wish I did. But I&#