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I don't know. I just randomly thought of this which explains why it so badly written. But it's true. I don't care about what your religion is, but this is what I believe. One day, could be in the middle of reading this, Jesus will come again. I believe that he will come in a heart beat and take us with him. I hate to think about it, because I know that my friends won't be there with me. I am too scared to tell them about Christ. This is my reminder. However, I feel like it is also very relevent to Calida. She is now looking back, realizing that everything she has is temorary and that it could all vanish any second. She is trying to decide what to keep, what to say, and what to do when anything could be the last thing she says to someone. As kids, this is very deep. But it's true. My grand-dad died of a heart attack in the middle of a conversation and my family couldn't save him, even though they did CPR until the ambulance got there. What's sad is I don't know the last words I said to him...or vise versa. I want to go back and hug him one more time. I remember crying on my bed and when my mom asked what's wrong I said, "I barely knew him." This makes all of this too real. Sorry if this is deep and depressing, but I just felt like I needed to say this, for myself and others.
