Life must go on.

Whether you're ready or not. I never gave a serious thought to life with only three grandparents left. I went almost 20 years without someone really close to me dying. The closest would be my great uncle Tom, who died when I was 7. I didn't really get to know him very well, and my memories of him are strained at best. Some would say that I'm blessed. To them I say: Yeah, but what happens when all the bad stuff that happens to other people happens to me?