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Pondering

    When it's all said and done no one cares what clothes you wore, who your friends were, or what car you drove. However they will remember what you said, how to made people feel, and what your smile looked like. We are all going to leave this world at some point, now whether its next week, next year, or in 100 years no one will know. We should live our lives at a standard that at our funeral people will stand up and say, "He was everyone's best friend" or " I remember her bright smile" or " He had that way of making me feel important" or "Her eyes lite up whenever anyone was near her."
God hears and answers prayers, I know it, I have felt it through this past week and I know everyone else in Magrath has felt the same. They were all great kids, my old seminary teacher told me " We cry because we loved, and that's the best reason to cry." Crying won't bring them back, I know Renzo would not want me crying my life away, but he would want me smiling, cracking jokes, and living my life. So that is what I chose to do. From this day on. Live my life the way I want!


I want to open up, let people in, and love everyone. 
I want to smile more than I cry
I want to have a sore tummy from laughing
I want to be everyone's best friend.
I want to be running when the sand runs out.








ps. I'm back home in Salt Lake.
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