So here's my update...

The play, I am still writing it currently, and I apologize for that, some events have happened and its been a little tough to catch up.

Since my last post:

I started student teaching, that has been very exciting and fun, which I have been needing lately.

I lost someone very dear to me, on the morning of January 1st this year. My grandfather, aka gramps, or papa, as I would like to call him. He died at 95 and a half. He was the only man that never left me, always loved me (even though he hardly told me).

I miss my grampa a lot but I know that is selfish of me because he is in a better place now (yes, I believe in heaven). He's with my other favorite person, my grandmother. We had a great run though, he would always pick me up from school, write me notes, and encourage me to do well in school. He did a lot of things, he let my mom and I move in when we needed help.

My mom and I took care of him. This past year was beyond great with him. Even though we had to finally put him in a home, my mother would go every night to put him to bed, and I would go sometimes instead, to give her a break. I took him out a lot, we would go to appointments he had with his doctors and then I would take him out for lunch or early dinner. I miss our talks, we would always talk about student teaching, my future and how boys should be after my graduation in May because I need to focus on my schooling. I didn't know that he wouldn't be here and not even see my first day of my last semester or see me walk at my college graduation.

Tonight was the first night that my mom and I went to a movie together, on "date-night," in a couple years. He would kick us out on Saturday nights and we would have to go out to a movie so he could bring his girlfriend's home.

But tonight, and a few other things like having family dinner without him really hit me hard. He was my best friend, we might have fought a lot and sometimes did not see eye to eye but as he told me the day before we put him in hospice because his body was shutting down and it hurt to talk, the first thing he told me was, "here's my girl." Because I was, and I still am.

Thankfully, he passed away very peacefully and my mother was there to see him off. He did it just the way he always wanted to. But I am going to miss him, I am just glad have school still, cause I have no idea what I would do without something to keep my mind out of being sad and just trying to work on the future.

Thanks for reading.
Rachelle Star