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There's a lot of love being sent to Colorado right now. And apparently some hate. Thanks to the Westboro Baptist Church. They make me pretty upset. Because there's practically nothing to be done, they thrive on the attention. Well, at least they bring in tourist money, they sure do come here a lot. Ha. ha.

Anyways, that's not what I wanted to focus on. A friend of mine posted the link to the blog of one of the victims. I read it and laughed at her analysis of hockey and her snark. So creative. The first post is pretty eerie though. Take some time out of your day. Read her blog here.

Reading this blog made me think back to last October when my 7th grade English teacher passed away to cancer. When it happened, everyone at my school couldn't stop talking about it. Most of them hadn't even met her. But now? Most of them have probably forgotten. Forgotten her fight. Her smile. Her sarcastic jokes. Honestly, I didn't get to know her as well as many of my other teachers, due to the fact she was gone for treatments and surgeries and her wedding.

I still think about her a lot. I didn't want her to just be forgotten after all the hype died down. After reading Jessica's blog, I googled hers again out of curiousity. There were updates. Her husband is keeping the blog going! Here's her blog if you're interested. I myself blog as a journal of sorts. But looking at these women's blogs, I've realized it's also a way to make you live on. Your voice, your writing, lives on. And in her case, her eyes. Amazing.

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  1. I love this post. Very inspiring. I love the thought of me somehow being able to live on after I die. :)

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    1. Thank you. I read this poem in Brit lit, it was about how writing makes you immortal, it always stuck with me!

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  2. I read Jessica's blog too! Her last post was so haunting and beautiful.

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