I woke up with the sun shining, felt the refreshing air coming through my open window, and smelled pancakes and bacon through my closed bedroom door. It was going to be a great day. We had big plans, though I don't remember what those plans were. I only remember what happened after our amazing breakfast.
After breakfast, we were all putting on shoes. While we were waiting on Mom to get some last minute supplies from the kitchen, Dad's phone rang. The moment his phone started ringing, my gut sank. I didn't know why. He hadn't even answered it yet, but something felt wrong. "Hello," he said to the person on the other line. I watched his face closely. The other person talked for a few minutes. Dad glanced at me, and I could tell he was trying to control his expression. Something was wrong. My first and only thought was that my grandpa had passed away. Tears started welling in my eyes. Somehow I knew that must be what this was about. I don't know why I was thinking this because he was healthy when we saw him last week, but this thought was the only one on my mind.
When Dad finally hung up, he glanced at me. "He's gone, isn't he?" I asked. Dad responded by opening his arms. I clung to him and wept.
I had been really close to my grandpa. I called him nearly everyday, every time I was bored. We could talk forever. I used to go over to his house for a week at a time and sit on his lap and watch old westerns with him, eating a whole batch of no bake cookies. Those are some of my favorite memories. Losing him was and still is one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through. I had always known that people would die, but I had never been faced with the harsh reality of that loss. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I was ten-years-old and suddenly my view on life was changed. I no longer saw it as a perfect little world.
I learned that life isn't always peachy like my little kid mind had always thought. It has its ups and downs. The good and the bad. Sometimes it's just somewhere in the middle, neither a high nor a low. In fact it can be pretty crappy, but we can't let that stop us from accomplishing things. We have to take the cards we are dealt and learn what we can from them. Some of the lesson make you cry and some of them make you jump with joy, but there is always something to learn. My grandpa passed away and that crushed me, but it also showed me how strong I am as a person. It began the preparation for what was to come. It showed me that life has a funny way of preparing you for your future. That event is was started my path towards God, towards the person I am now. And as much as I miss my grandpa, I wouldn't change a thing because the person I am today would not exist without that part of my story. I believe that everything happens for a reason, and because of that single moment, I have been able to accomplish so much more than I ever thought I would.
"Anyone can show up when you're happy. But the ones who stay by your side when your heart falls apart, they are your true friends."
I am Samantha, and my goal for this blog is to basically share my experiences as a teenager. Basically, I am a teen. I have many hopes and dreams, many fears and insecurities that I let hold me back. There is so much that goes on in my life. Sometimes it is a struggle, and that is what this blog is about.