This is very old, but I think it looks way cool (Taken with Instagram)
The Love of my Life
Scott C. McPherson Jr.
June 20,1991 - June 10,2011
Scotty was such a great kid. Nobody deserves to die the way he did.
I can’t believe that it really happened, one of my big brothers. Maegan told me you always saw me as a little sister the other night, and I just burst down crying. I grew up with you as one of my role models. You were one of the big kids I looked up too. You were the one who was always there when me and Maegan would need help reaching the top shelf. You were, no one else, just Scotty. And now your gone, in a blink of an eye, the last thing that you would expect and to the last person you would expect it to happen too. I can’t stop thinking about the fact that you slept in my room some time ago, its weird. I wasn’t close to you these last couple years, but you were still my big brother and you could make me smile no matter what kind of mood I was in. You were so kind hearted and I could never meet another person like you. You will be greatly missed and loved. Your in Heaven now, and I like to think of that place being way better then this shithole down here, even though we all wish you were down here. But we will all meet again.. someday. Love you Scotty. You were always a big brother to me. ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG! Fly High Scotty Mac. <3
Yesterday my stick told me that he had to babysit. Today I found out he’s having another fag fest with his friends and he just admitted that I’m a cover up for his gayness. Wow, thanks stick. FML.
My broken heart.. 3
Today, I asked my stick if he wanted to have a movie night and he said no. Later on that day, I found out he is having a fag fest movie night with his friends. Then, my dogs broke my phone in half fighting over a stick.. FML!
This is my dream. I want to go see the Eifiel Tower more than anything. It’s gorgeous. First, I want to climb to the top. Then later visit it with my boyfriend and watch fireworks all night. Later, marry him on top of it and have our closest friends and relatives there to enjoy us FINALLY tying the knot after so many years. It’ll be the happiest day of my life. Later, visit it once again with my husband of fifty years for our aniversery and have a cute little picnic under it with out 5 children. And lastly, when I am gone away from this world, I want my kids to take me there in my ashes, and have a last moment there to enjoy the place where the happiest moments of my life took place. Hey, I can dream!
Why can’t things be how they used to be. When I was happy. My Dad was happy. My brother was a sane person. Everyone cared about themselves and didn’t start shit with people. I just wish things could have never changed. What the fuck ever. though. People can lie and cheat all they want, I quit caring. I’m done with all the bullshit and everybody dumping their problems on me. Sorry, I’m not a miracle worker and if I was, shitttt, i wouldn’t help you. I’m tired of all the bullshit. I just wish things could be alright again. Too bad that’s never gonna happen. Let’s just screw around with Haley’s life! Fuck NO! That sounds like a horriable idea. Horriable must sound terrific these days because that’s all people want to do now. I’m just gonna play it off like nothing ever happened. Even though its kinda hard to forget. Whatever. I just want my life back…. /:
Gwen Shay Gowans; September 1, 1966- January 9, 1999
Momma, I wish I could of had the feeling to actually have a real mom. Sure, all my friends moms are mine, but I want the feeling of saying Mom everyday. Where I’d ask you for something, you’ll say “No”, then I’d just go ask Daddy for it and get what I want. I want the feeling of argueeing with you over the stupidest stuff. Ask you to go to the mall. All that a Mom is spose to do. Where i’d text you for something instead of calling you because your one of those hip moms. Where you would take me to a Van Halen concert because they’re your favorite. You’d be my personal taxi driver. JEEZ! All that kinda stuff. I know for a fact that you made it to Haven, you were the one who encouraged our family to go to church. I hope your up there and you and God are some homie G’s together. Lemme tell you the truth, I can remember ALOT of stuff about you. I know I was a really little youngin when you died, but its so fluent. It’s crazy. I remember you’d paint my nails and toenails and tell me NOT to go on the carpet so I’d jump in a laundry basket and like bump myself to my final destination. Hahha, the whole not messing up my nails didn’t work very well. You’d have to redo them 3 times before you told me to stop and sit down until they’re dry. Those were the days. I miss you and love you very dearly. You are definently watching over me because you saved my life plenty of times. <3 Love ya,
Alan Richard Newman; March 2, 1946- November 27, 2009
G-pa, your the man. I’m still in shock how fast you fell in your last couple of months. I remember back in June, you just had the normal old stuff that you had. Then you were diagnosed with cancer in August and you fell hard. I HATE CANCER! The last couple of weeks was the worst. You were suffering so much and I made sure that I prayed to God everynight for Him to make sure He watched over you. G-Momma told me that your last two weeks, you were calling your own wife, WIFE!, MA’AM! That’s how bad it was. I pray for Grandma, she saw you take your last breaths. She watched you die. Gosh, die, it hurts to say that, I’m not used to it yet. Thanksgiving night, the night before you dies, I went to bed around 11:30PM. I pray right before I go to sleep. I prayed to God that if He could, take you out of your missery and watch over Grandma. Let’s see, you died at 1:34AM. God recieved my message real fast. At least your not in pain, but you hurt our family. I remember the last words I said to you right before you left to go back to Texas in June. “I love you Grandpa. hope you have a safe trip home and I’ll see you next time you come up.” The only thing that sucks is that you didn’t even make it back up alive. I saw you, in your cascat. Not even that. I couldn’t even look at you lying there dead. Even from across the room. I’d just start bursting into tears. I miss you and Love you dearly. I know your not suffering anymore. Your enjoying a couple of cold ones with God, I know you to well, Probbably got God drunk. <3 Love ya,
Only a life lived for others is a life worth while.
Basketball is my current sport that I’m addicted too. It’s purdyyy awesome (: