November 30, 2013

Paul Walker passed away a year ago today. As creepy as it is, in about a half hour, it'll be to the minute. I remember EXACTLY what I was doing that day. Had a stressful time with Thanksgiving and Black Friday, so my friend, Kristen, and I went to a Hookah Bar. My sister called me on the way there and told me, but then she said "Nevermind, it was a hoax" then my mom texted me a half hour later telling me I should just come home. I was of course confused and asked why. Then she told me that it wasn't really a hoax, and I began looking it up. It was true. I started getting sick while there. Kept having to run to the bathroom and would throw up. Figured out it was a mixture of nerves and stress. I spent the next few days in tears. Like one would expect when an actor feels like family. Today, I was going to have a Paul Walker marathon but some reason I just couldn't do it. Instead, I've either napped or watched football. I just know with the pregnancy hormones, I'll be crying the entire time. Maybe, while my mom and I are cleaning tomorrow, we'll use his movies as back ground noise. No matter what, I know, thanks to my tattoo, Paul will always be with me. Rest in Peace, Paul! You will forever be missed!