WILLS

So on the 10th of this month my brother informed me that I needed to go ahead and get a will. Well, that was the last thing I wanted to hear because it meant making decisions when I am already in such a vunerable state. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but he is the logical thinker and I am the emotional one. He's right. I need one. I have a business and a home. I have 2 precious nieces that mean the world to me. But that doesnt make thinking about my death any easier. Plus, this is the way it wouldve worked if my dad were here. He wouldve said Heather, here is your will, this is your executer, read it, sign it. Not that I wouldnt have a say in it, but he wouldve taken care of it for me. Now I have to make all the decisions and I'm sorry, but it sucks. I cried at the lawyer's office today. (I'm sure you are not surprised) I have all these things that I should be so happy about right now and I can't get past thinking...I wish Jesus would just come back. I'm really not ready to go, but I don't wanna hurt anymore. I don't wanna be a grownup right now either.

Thanks to my friend Allison who obviously listened to God today and knew I would need a friendly smiling face to cheer me up. Thanks for my sonic drink too!