We are all going to die.
Easy enough, I suppose. Everyone knows it but no one ever acts like it.
People spend so much time striving for what they think will make them happy and very little time actually being happy. Here's a secret...there's always gonna be something else. Once you get that thing that you've been working towards you'll realize that its not enough, it won't suffice, and you won't be happy til you have... It will never stop, you'll die before you get there. Remember, your days really are numbered. Don't put things off. If it makes you happy go for it, if it doesn't or doesn't anymore...well, go for something else.
Sorry, I didn't mean to sound corny, cliche, and preachy. My apologies.
You will die just as you lived.
Over the past few weeks my family has been dealing with the death of my great grandmother. I say over the past few weeks because she didn't just die. It's been a process. She was dying, she died, and she's been dead. As I type my great grandmothers body rots in the morgue...still (she's been dead a little over two weeks now). Let me tell you why she's there; she treated people poorly, she left a trail of burned bridges everywhere she had ever been. And if you think people will miraculously have a change of heart when you're dying, you're mistaken. I was mistaken.
When I got the news that my great grandmother was very sick and was dying I waited for plans to go see her to follow. They didn't. Then the idea that she was in a rundown hospice somewhere withering away, knowing that death was coming and no one was coming for her, to be with her, started eating me up inside. I decided I would go see her by myself, but my mother convinced me she was getting better, and not to go until she could go with me. She died two days later. There was no funeral, there were no tears. And my grandfather, her very own son still ignore the calls requesting permission to cremate her body. That's why she's still rotting in the morgue.
I know it's sad, but its a harsh reality I just learned for myself.
No one cares unless you're beautiful or dead...especially both.
I'm talking about the media, and the coverage on Whitney Houston's death. Seriously? CNN covered it as "breaking news" for nine straight hours...that I counted. Playing her greatest hits and video clips of her over and over, and giving the few details that they knew over and over. I was thinking, "Is there really nothing else happening? Did the world just stop?" I can name a number of other things that happened, but I won't bore you with that. Lucky you. But let me tell you one story that didn't make headlines that happened right here in LA. A teenage boy killed himself by jumping off the roof of his high school in front of all his classmates. Now, losing Whitney is sad. But the idea that this young boy was so hopeless that he took his own life, that's really sad.
But she was beautiful and she was dead. And she was Whitney Houston.
