I don't usually talk about this much unless i'm on post secrets where I can pour my soul out to people I know would be willing to listen but, today I will try it on here. THR 216 has got me looking for photographs of my grandparents and their old photos that my parents have managed to send me. My father's mother has got me feeling kinda down lately. Looking at photographs of her in her youth has made me smile but also it's got me hating what makes me different from any other human being on earth, my genes.
She died from a ruptured cerebral aneurism when my dad was 17. when I was younger and got minor headaches from sitting too close to the tv or something my dad always blew it out of proportion. I just figured he was being over protective of his only daughter you know? As time went on and I learned of her fatal flawed blood vessels it all made sense to me why my dad cared so much for me and my headaches. My cousin by blood nearly suffered the same fate as my grandmother about a year ago. good thing she was at a hospital when her blood vessels decided to rupture.
Sometimes I think about weather my genes are programed to hand me that same fate which took my grandmother from us way too soon. It's scary to think that I could fall asleep and never wake up again. Being a major in biology i've had to research this topic in past classes and it makes me cringe. How cruel for my chromosomes to carry this defect that could quite possibly end my life tomorrow. I guess I really shouldn't complain about my genetic defects when there is so much beauty in the world to behold. I just hope my genetics will allow me to witness a lot of it...
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