11. If I Had 24 Hours To Live...

In light of recent events, the content of this entry has changed from what it would have been a week ago. Let me start off by saying that, as most of you probably already know, the Crawford family lost a brother this week. He went too young, and he will always be remembered, missed, and loved. I never met him, but he changed the way I look at things, as he did for many other people too. He's with God now, and I know he is happier and at peace. I am so saddened by how it had to happen, but I'm grateful in that, through this, many people have been affected and have decided to re-think certain aspects of life.

R.I.P Philip Lombard. There will never be another you, and you were so special, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me realise the things that I did. But I'm so sorry that it had to be that way, and I hope that I have the honour of meeting you one day, in another place.

If I had only 24 hours to live, and those 24 hours were tomorrow, this is the most perfect way I can think of to spend my last day:

I would walk up to this girl who is very important to me, who I haven't spoken to in a while, and I would pretend to be a jelly fish to rid the situation of any awkwardness. And then I'd give her a hug and tell her to come with me. Then, I'd get all of my friends and family members, and I'd shove them onto a plane (and being the nice person that I am, I'd totes pay for their tickets). I'd take everyone with me to Cape Town, because I've only seen the sea about three or four times in my life, and I haven't been in a while. We would spend the day on the beach - laughing, talking, recollecting memories and telling stories, listening to music, eating, drinking, singing, dancing, hugging, playing, trying to surf, and perving over hot surfers who actually know what they're doing. My jelly fish friend and I would play soccer one last time, and all my cougar friends and I would argue about who the hottest grade 8 (oh, speaking of hot grade 8's, before boarding the plane, I'd totally go all Cougar Town over my hot grade 8. Not in a weird way. I'm just saying) at our school is. We would have sushi and cocktails and macaroni and cheese and mexican food and McFlurrys and caramel vodka shots and we would talk about life and pretend to be all deep and philosophical, even though we'd probably be talking a load of bullshit. This would go on all day and all night, and, come sunrise, you would find us all huddled together on a blanket, looking out at the horizon, watching the waves, and listening to Save Tonight by Eagle Eye Cherry. When the time came, I would get up, walk over to each person and give them the biggest bear hug. I would look them each in the eyes and tell them just how much I love them.

And then, I would walk away, happy as can be.