Sally's Story

Now I'm sorry to tell you that today's post isn't going to be about my crazy friends and their very dramatic lives, or about how boys are very complicated.

Today I am going to tell you one of the most inspiring things that has happened to me.

But first I have to tell you about Sally, my cousin.

Sally was the most inspiring person I had ever met. She was raped at 15, and gave the child to her neighbors down the street. She finished her high school education and went on to community college. She dreamed of going to Boston University. However, Sally was diagnosed with stage 2 cancer, she got the cancer from some medication she was taking after her pregnancy eventually the doctors realized that her cancer was worse than they had thought, and they told her she had about 2 months to live.

But Sally didn't cry, she decided to make the most of her two months left on the word, she dropped out of college and planned a road trip to see all of the USA. Sally had the most amazing boyfriend, Mark. They had been best friends since ever. I literally cannot think of a time when Sally didn't know Mark. Mark dropped out of college with her so he could spend every waking moment with her.

Mark proposed to Sally while they were in California together. So i got to play "wedding-planner" for 36 hours.

Sally died about two weeks after she married Mark, and we both cried together over the phone.

I don't want you to think this is a sad story, because Sally never thought it was. she always said to me, "If you share this story with anyone else, tell them it's a happy story. I'm happy about it!"

Now to switch gears, I want to talk about sally's little boy, who is just like her. His name is Jackson, and he lives with the couple who lived by Sally their entire lives. The couples names are Oscar and Jim. Yes i know what you're thinking, and yes they are gay. Fucking Deal With It.

Anyways I didn't ever really get to know Oscar and Jim on a personal level, but on Tuesday night I received a phone call from them.

They asked me to be Jackson's God-Mother.

I cried for about five minutes before I could even get a "yes" out. But that's OK because I know they were crying too.

Now I will swear, that you have never heard anything as sweetie as a little 4-year-old call you "Auntie" I won't ever forget hearing that.

Now why did I tell you this story? Mostly because Sally was a big part in my life, and also because I think it is important to tell a story like this and show people how lucky their lives are. If my cousin could die of cancer and still be happy, you can get through your AP Music Theory test just fine. And I hope you remember Sally's story the next time you feel weak, I hope she helps you. She's sure as hell helped me.