I remember when my Grandmother (fatehr's side) died. She was the first person I knew who'd died. At the funeral, I felt sad, and went to talk to my mum. She wasn't upset, and so I asked her why, she said "your Grandma said that when she died, she wanted people to celebrate her life, and not to comisurate her death." While this is hard, I found this a much easier way to deal with life and grief. Whenever I've lost someone, either through death or circumstance, and it comes to an anniversary or a time when I would remember them, I try to think of the times I spent with them and how they made me feel, and not about the fact that they aren't there to anymore.
In answer to your question: Louise
Just by being there and making me feel what I do for her she has had a huge impact, but she's also made me look at things far more positively at myself and the future. She dominates my thoughts, and makes me happy. She captivates me in a way I haven't felt before, and constantly makes a huge difference in my life. I owe her a lot. I was able to pick up the pieces after failing to get into uni, get my head together and reapply because she was there to help and support me. She both helps me to live the way and be who I want to be, and makes me want to be that person. She gives me a reason to be the person I want to be, and without her I wouldn't be myself.
Also, for very different reasons, and in far less acute a sense, my best friend Gracie. She's been there for years, and while she has almost none of the characteristics I would usually look for in a friend, she has been a great friend to me. She tells me when I'm doing something stupid, and tells me not to hurt myself. She is like a grounding force, in the same way my mum is. When I got the offer (again) for Oxford, she simply told me that I'd better not **** up again, else she'd come and give me beats. Which, at the time, was exactly what I needed to hear.
Without them, I would be a very different person. A far worse person.
In answer to your question: Louise

Also, for very different reasons, and in far less acute a sense, my best friend Gracie. She's been there for years, and while she has almost none of the characteristics I would usually look for in a friend, she has been a great friend to me. She tells me when I'm doing something stupid, and tells me not to hurt myself. She is like a grounding force, in the same way my mum is. When I got the offer (again) for Oxford, she simply told me that I'd better not **** up again, else she'd come and give me beats. Which, at the time, was exactly what I needed to hear.
Without them, I would be a very different person. A far worse person.
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