363 day to go

So only a FEW people know this about me. And when I say few it's less then 3.

It's going to sound stupid, cheesy and weird. But I think if I get it out there maybe I will feel better. Doubt it. But lets try it.

Story goes like this...

Once upon a time, my sister, Frances and I went for a bike ride. I was 13 years old. We rode our bikes to our old neighborhood, we missed it, and it was just a few miles to get there. We loved to see the old house, and talk about how much we missed it. We would visit with our friends, and remember the old times.

At the last visit I was talking with my old best block friend, and her little sister came up to me. She was about 6 years old at the time, she whispered in my ear the words that I still hear 19 years later. She said...

"You'll die when your 32"

Monday was my 32nd birthday.

I have 363 days till I can hopefully forget what she said. I've often wondered how it would happen, hoping I would be by myself and it wouldn't effect my family members too. I also wonder if it was more figurative. As in I will have a loss so big part of me will die?

This is such a morbid post, but I feel I need to blog on it. Spaghetti, and Aerial both know about this. And we are counting down the days to celebrate my 33rd birthday.

Feisty