Now I'm going to get a little serious for a minute. This was the first actual family party we've gone to since my grandpa passed away. And I felt it. I felt his absence. He wasn't there smiling and watching everything and everyone. He wasn't there to laugh at my cruel jokes that I make at the expense of my other family members. He wasn't there. And that was heartbreaking. It's not the same. And if this party is any indication of what's to come it will never be the same. I miss him.
Another thing I hate about family parties is the fact I seem to have nothing in common with my cousins. There are two types of cousins that I have. The ones I like and can maintain somewhat of a conversation with and the ones I completely ignore and they ignore right back. At this party it was the second kind. In the past I would have sat between my grandparents and talked to them. But this time, I chit chatted with my grandma and stuck to my sister and parents.
The highlight of this night (aside from the cake) was watching my mom shove everyone out of the way in order to get to the candy from the pinata. She's a wild one that one.
My grandpa's birthday is in June and every year we'd celebrate his birthday in big. And this year will be the first year without him but we will still celebrate it. I don't know if people will go but I hope so because even if I don't get along with them they are still family and my grandpa loved his family more than anything. I'll let y'all know how that goes.
At least my little cousin had a good one. He's an 8 year old. And his brother has his birthday a day after mine and his sister has the same birthday as me. So I'm bound to family for better or for worse.
^^^Notice the lack of Mexicans in that picture -__- people actin' like pinatas are part of they culture. B*tches please. Haha.
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