I think it’s odd when I go abouts my day and when things go bad or good I think about how they will think about this day when I’m gone… I always think about my funeral about who’ll be there and who’ll cry and who’ll smile? I want people to smile… I just don’t know who’ll be happy? I know I’ll be there… we all get to go to our funeral.. which is odd…but I was told it’s always how it’s been for the ones who die… I wounder if I’ll go somewhere or get the choice to go somewhere… can I stay around my family and watch over them? can I travel and protect who I want like the girl who I feel in love with and her daughter?