Here we are again, because the end is the beginning of the next step to take in life. But I'm so done with death and dying. And isn't that the truth. Between cancer and AIDS I've lost too many people already, I don't think I can lose anyone else. Also, I'm running out of people to lose. I have gone to at least one funeral a year since my godfather died in the fifth grade. I can only wonder who it will be this year. I wonder also how immoral/amoral of me it is to pray that if God is going to take yet another person from me, that I want it to be my sister, because I never want her to have to face the real world and realize that there are bad people in the world, and that there is injustice and oppression, even in her ever-beloved U.S. of A. Also, I'm not so sure I could handle losing Grandmother yet. Give me a few more years. Actually, she promised me she'd live to 103, and I fully plan to hold her to that. Of course, my grandfather promised me my high school graduation, and didn't make it that far. Though I suppose as it is the only promise he ever broke, I can't complain too much. He said he would take care of grandmother forever, and from what I can see, he didn't let a little thing like his death get in the way of that. He still wakes her up in the middle of the night if she forgets to lock the door, or leaves the stove on.