Oh well, it's hair and it will grow back. Or maybe I just need to get used to it.That's my grandpa in photo behind me. Hayyyy, grandpa, hayyy! Yeah... I've never met him before, but I'd like to think that I will meet him, as well as my other grandparents somewhere in the afterlife. I am so jealous of people who know/have met their grandparents, and even more jealous of people who have close relationships with them. Or any kind of extended family for that matter. I'd like to think that my grandparents are watching over me and have come to know me and are happy with whom I've become.
My mom used to tell me that she'd always watch over me, even after death. As a child, I took it literally and felt uncomfortable with the idea of her seeing my every move. Like, what if I did something bad and she could see it? Now, she tells me that she asks my dead grandparents to watch over me. That kind of just freaks me out even more. Especially when I'm sitting in the living room and their photos are just looming over me, staring. Judging. I'd like to think that God doesn't let them watch me when I'm misbehaving.
