No regrets.

This weekend I was in Southern California visiting my grandmother, who is in the hospital. She's dying. And I mean, dying dying. She's been dying for the past 4 years, but now its pretty final. She's in a comatose state, but seizing constantly-twitching. She's unresponsive. So, as my family went to the mortuary to make funeral arrangements, the man we were working with, his name was Robin Christopherson, asked us who my grandmother was. As it turns out, I didn't know everything about her. I knew she loved to sing, but what I didn't know was that she was an opera singer. She had a beautiful voice. She was on the cover of Look Magazine for the Top 10 Young Singers to Watch Out For. She was going to be famous and live the luxurious life she always dreamed. And then she met my grandfather, the minister. She willingly threw away her dreams of becoming famous and wealthy and a star, and traded them in for being a housewife and, later, a mother. She loved my grandfather so much, she would get rid of her life as she knew it, and start a new one with him. That's either the purest form of dedication or the purest form of silliness... SO this all made me think: what do I want to do with my life?? And I've decided: I am making a BUCKET LIST. Because I can help but think that if I were in my grandmother's shoes, I might have regretted choosing to completely abandon my hopes and dreams. And as she lays on her deathbed, I cannot help but pity her. Its like I'm looking into my possible future. So I want to get everything in. No regrets.

Bucket List

(I'll be progressively adding things on.)

1. Go on an archaeological dig.

2. Go skydiving.

3. Take an art class.

4. Take a photography class.

*On a side note, I finished my book! The Last Time They Met is absolutely fabulous. I highly recommend it, especially if you like romances and drama (but not the cheesy kind. The real kind). It'll have you hooked right until the very end, and then it will punch you straight in the gut. Or maybe that was just me...