demonictoonlink
Smash Master
Link to original post: [drupal=3159]My Grandma Died Today and All I Can Think About is How It Ruins My Plans For this[/drupal]
My Nana, who lives in New York, passed away today after having been in and out of the hospital for months, possibly years. Though it saddened me, I didn't cry, I didn't mourn...hell I don't even wish she was still alive. She had been in a lot of pain for a long time and she was ready to go. I loved her and always will, but she was ready.
The funeral will be in New York this weekend. When I was three, my family moved from there to Colorado, yet we visit every year. At this point, it seems like I will be leaving this Wednesday and returning next Wednesday. I have never been big on funerals. I have no beliefs of an afterlife and no optimism on the subject. I believe the dead are gone and that is all. You go to a funeral for your own personal satisfaction. You mourn with others and you help yourself feel better about the now-gaping hole in your heart. I do not have this hole. I will miss my Nana, but I can remember her as she was already and have no need to see her as she is now.
No Koast is this weekend. I have never been to an out of state tournament and I was planning on attending this. I would leave with two of my Colorado Smash friends, Dave and Manny, Manny being my teammate MenoUnderwater. My parents struggle with the concept that I am willing to make an hour trip to play other people in our smash scene. They don't get how much I love this game and the people involved with it. To get them to let me to go to Kansas was a feat to say the least. But I did. I convinced them and I had never been more psyched for something in my life. I was going to go to this and play some of the best of the best. Ally is going, Razer is going, UTDZac, DMG, Dphat, a lot of high/top level players. I was going to play them, learn from them, and enjoy every moment of it. Meno and I were going to represent our relatively unknown state of Colorado. I've been saving up money for this for weeks. This was supposed to be one of the greatest weekends of my life.
It won't be. I'm going to go to New York, costing my nearly-bankrupt family hundreds in plane-fare and living expenses, to sit and watch TV in relatives' houses, cry at a funeral, then return home to piles of homework from my soon-to-be absence at school, the entire time thinking about the experience I would be having at No Koast.
I have no idea how to end this blog. It is nothing but me complaining about how much my Grandma dieing ruins my plans. There is no resolve to this. As much as I may say to myself, "Maybe the funeral will be postponed. Maybe I'll be able to go to No Koast and then this after," there is no practical chance of this happening. I have no idea what I hoped to accomplish by writing this. I think I just had to see it written down to full grasp the idea.
Bye.
My Nana, who lives in New York, passed away today after having been in and out of the hospital for months, possibly years. Though it saddened me, I didn't cry, I didn't mourn...hell I don't even wish she was still alive. She had been in a lot of pain for a long time and she was ready to go. I loved her and always will, but she was ready.
The funeral will be in New York this weekend. When I was three, my family moved from there to Colorado, yet we visit every year. At this point, it seems like I will be leaving this Wednesday and returning next Wednesday. I have never been big on funerals. I have no beliefs of an afterlife and no optimism on the subject. I believe the dead are gone and that is all. You go to a funeral for your own personal satisfaction. You mourn with others and you help yourself feel better about the now-gaping hole in your heart. I do not have this hole. I will miss my Nana, but I can remember her as she was already and have no need to see her as she is now.
No Koast is this weekend. I have never been to an out of state tournament and I was planning on attending this. I would leave with two of my Colorado Smash friends, Dave and Manny, Manny being my teammate MenoUnderwater. My parents struggle with the concept that I am willing to make an hour trip to play other people in our smash scene. They don't get how much I love this game and the people involved with it. To get them to let me to go to Kansas was a feat to say the least. But I did. I convinced them and I had never been more psyched for something in my life. I was going to go to this and play some of the best of the best. Ally is going, Razer is going, UTDZac, DMG, Dphat, a lot of high/top level players. I was going to play them, learn from them, and enjoy every moment of it. Meno and I were going to represent our relatively unknown state of Colorado. I've been saving up money for this for weeks. This was supposed to be one of the greatest weekends of my life.
It won't be. I'm going to go to New York, costing my nearly-bankrupt family hundreds in plane-fare and living expenses, to sit and watch TV in relatives' houses, cry at a funeral, then return home to piles of homework from my soon-to-be absence at school, the entire time thinking about the experience I would be having at No Koast.
I have no idea how to end this blog. It is nothing but me complaining about how much my Grandma dieing ruins my plans. There is no resolve to this. As much as I may say to myself, "Maybe the funeral will be postponed. Maybe I'll be able to go to No Koast and then this after," there is no practical chance of this happening. I have no idea what I hoped to accomplish by writing this. I think I just had to see it written down to full grasp the idea.
Bye.