Introduction why i'm writing?

Hi your probably reading this and wondering why in the world should I read this ? What is this about ? What's her point ? I'm writing this because I love writing and I have alot to say and its easier to be honest in writing to say what you want to say and not be judged and just get it all out and get lost in what you say at least that's how writing is for me. So to answer my questions I'm writing to welcome other journeys and to hear other ideas and just to write and have someone listen to my story if they want or if they aren't interested that's fine to we can travel together learn together or you can just listen and go on with your life but anyways I guess now time to write a little about who I am and what journey I'm talking about. Also I'm hoping my story will help me heal and maybe some of you can get alot from it a hope or inspiration. I would love to hear other stories too. I don't want this blog to only about me.
     I'm a college student, cook, cat lover, girl (woman I should say got my big girl pants on now once you turn 19 haha) just trying to make a difference and learn from experiences and the world around her and grow in faith everyday. Growing up I had a great life, I really did, I have the perfect family I have a mom who was my angel and the best mom anyone could ever ask for. She taught me what love is how to be funny, happy, and live a carefree life no matter what life throws at you.  Then seeing my dad he was funny to but he was the uptight, corny kid that just was so innocent and funny and cute you didn't even know why you were laughing but you couldn't help yourself because he is just so adorable. My parents taught me what love was and what I always wanted love to be for myself. My mom and dad would fight over directions and just the way they did it was so funny just being around them you could feel that warmth they were a team and not just that. Like one day I was wearing boots and I remember my mom and dad just busted out with the song "my boots are made for walking song." That was them they had a passion for life and for each other. My mom was a teacher and she took her work home with her and just worked hard to make a difference. When I was 10 three days before my eleventh birthday that all changed and how it effected me but just life in general I guess this would be the climax of the story. My mom had breast cancer since I was 7 I think and it was hard seeing her loose her hair and go through the treatments but no matter what it never seemed to tear her faith or happiness down. She was sick for about two to three years with breast cancer and then she was fine for a year I remember a month before she died going and the doctors saying everything was fine and believing that and me so happy to have my mom back and us moving forward no more pain, so I thought. A week before my birthday she fell over at school and was rushed to the hospital they didn't know why and for days didn't really know what happened eventually her health just kept declining after she died we figured out she had liver cancer. My dad stayed by her side the whole time and I was 10 and scared and being a coward/didn't want to see her like that didn't really visit as much as I would have liked. When I did visit she would talk about my birthday party and make sure my dad was doing that right and taking care of things like nothing was wrong. She kept trying to always do things on her own and eventually the night of her death I remember the defying moment when I realized I was so lucky and blessed to have an angel and a mom like her. She was dieing and was counting angels trying to get up and do things for others even though she was about to die.I remember how hard it was to say goodbye not knowing because I was so young that it was goodbye my parent I always thought of as superheros so imagining one of them not together anymore was just foreign like a bad dream to me. Then she died the next day and I remember staying up that night and praying that God would heal her that's all I wanted for my birthday three days before my eleventh birthday. But God did heal her just not in the way I wanted or expected. I guess God needed a great there angel back, right ? After it was hard I went into middle school and people didn't understand I mean you don't until you experience it. People were mean and spread rumors that she didn't die and that I used her death to get attention but all along the girl that did this her story was way worse then mine her parents had both died young. I know my stories sad but I'm so grateful and blessed I had an AMAZING dad who helped me through all of it who loved me blindlessly he always worked hard to spoil me in every way possible and she didn't have that and so even though through middle school I had hard times it was like how am I to judge someone when they have so much hurt in their heart ? So yes I did say some mean things and yes it was hard but I had God and I knew God through my mom and my dads life he always showed in them that I made it and I didn't even realize it was God until later in life. But anyways I'm so thankful for all the hurt just because it taught me how to be stronger and how to have empathy and even though I wish I could of handled things differently now I'm 19 years old I've lost alot more people had alot more tragedies seen alot more tragedies but I have hope and I want to be a social worker for kids that don't have that kind of love growing up like foster kids that don't have anybody because I can't imagine what my life would be like if I didn't have anybody there by my side to help me through all the pain. My dad helped make my life beautiful and helped shape me to be who I am now to have that kind of love not about themselves but about you. So eventually I want to own a business with foster kids and special needs kids working together to cook meals and do food crafts and all kinds of food stuff and maybe even a bakery in the front. But mainly I'm writing this too because I want to express how important life and time is. You can't get it back no matter how hard you try or cry but most importantly parents please please spend time with your kid cherish them while you can they grow up fast and then there gone and you still can talk to them but it's not the same you never know what can happen. You could die tomorrow and its just so important to show your kids love and make sure they always know how much you mean to them and that you raise them right so they know your love when they get older and can appreciate sometimes tough love can come back but you don't want to loose your kid or your mom or dad especially if you don't have someone in your life that cares. But please if you have learning anything from this blog I hope you've learned to please help people through everybody needs a little help now and then or just to know someones there for them that's what love is just being there for them without any intent of being prideful or goal for you just because you want to bless that person and bring a little light into there life.
That's me hope you like. will post another blog eventually describes more about my now journey.
Thanks for reading.