Sometimes people ask me "hey kryss, who do u respect most in the world".. my answer to that..is two people..my uncle and my grandmother....my uncle...was great man he taught me how to be who i am..taught me to care bout people...and to help people.. he showed me everything..i could of ever needed..life's lessions..hurt...sometimes when u r a kid..u don't think bout death..u dont' think bout losing people u love u dont' think..that is ever goin to happen to you..but it does...god knows it does i found out the hard way...My uncle was diagnosed with cancer..non hodgkins lymphoma.. he survived 5 years with it..one day..i was in a hurry tryin to do something for my cousin.. i had to go up to my uncles and run in get my cousins key's..and run back out..so..i ran in..and my uncle was sitting there on his hospital bed..He motioned for me to..come sit by him.. but i was in a hurry..he said Come on kryssy..sit down and talk to me..i want to talk to you for a little bit..i said..i can't right now uncle mucci..but i'll be back i promise once again he said come on kryss sit down just for five mins i would like to talk to you i said.i'll come back i promise i will..but i can't right now..im in a hurry.. well thats the last time i saw him alive..he died april 9th..1987.....if i had only taken the time..to sit down..i would of known what he wanted to tell me..but i'll never know what it was he wanted to say.....never..so..next time you r in a hurry..and you think "oh i'll come back later or next time..man maybe there isn't goin to be a next time..to tell someone how u feeel..to tell someone how much they mean to you..tomorrow might not happen..u got to live for today..u got to reach and grab for now..cause..there may not be a tomorrow or a second chance...

"she always leaned to watch for us, anxious if we were late,In Winter by the window sill, In summer by the gate, And though we mocked her tenderly, Who had such foolish care, The long way home would seem more safe, Because she waited there, Her thoughts were all so full of us,She never could forget, and so i think that where she is she must be waiting yet, Waiting till we come home to her..Anxious if we are late:..Watching from Heaven's window sill, leaning from Heaven's gate" ~Annonymous