I hate case studies.
Recently, there was a death in the family. Not my immediate family, but a cousin’s grandma. That led me to think about my senior year, second semester. Three people died. My grandpa, a friend’s mom, and a friend’s dad. It’s strange cuz my friend’s mom used to walk me and my friend home from Kindergarten. We carpooled in elementary, she fed me lunch every other day while my mom was working, scolded my friend to let me play Nintendo with him. We went to high school together, our moms were in the KPTA together, we went to hagwon together. Countless rides, countless meals, countless moments. She was always randomly over my place. Then she was gone, kinda sudden.
Anyways, I was thinking about death and about funerals. My funeral. Don’t think I’m being emo. It’s not like it’ll never happen.
I don’t want people to cry, I want lots of flowers, I want to be cremated, and I want Michael Buble’s “Home” playing.
And I want everyone to come wearing superhero costumes HAHAH j/k.
