I had a conversation with you last week. This conversation exposed me to a funny story that left a young Grant “injured” (mostly his pride) in the backyard in a similar fashion to one of my many “toughen up” sessions with my older sister.
Younger siblings never want to admit it, but we have a different kind of love and respect for our older siblings. They help raise us. And, although it’s mostly in a much less friendly and far less peaceful way than our parents, their “lessons” play a huge role in who we are today.
I didn’t know you well outside of casual convos that sparked from IG Story responses and hanging out a couple times in group settings, but from that time alone I knew you were proud to be Grant’s big brother… You helped raise one of my best friends who also happens to be one of the best people I know all around. So, I just wanted to say thank you for that.
Rest in Complete Paradise. As long as we are here, we promise, Grant will always be ok.
Life is incredibly too short. At 28 or 82 I don’t think anyone will ever say that they wish they had less time. It definitely hurts more when it’s our peers, the 20-somethings… We are still in our invincible years. It’s only really moments like this that remind us and make us reflect on everything.
We need to remember time isn’t promised to any of us.
And, I don’t mean being sad and morbid all of the time. I mean going out and really LIVING. Not wasting time with fear and drama and hate. Being able to look back at every single day and say I don’t regret a minute of how I lived it.
Doing whatever gives you the feeling of sun on your skin, sand between your toes, and wind in your hair…
I need to live like that.