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I thought they were peanuts

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lmfa where can i get these? they look like they would feel cool xD

Anonymous Asked:
The tattoo looks absolutely lovely. Don't feel guilty about anything. Now I don't know what happened and you don't have to share that, but know she's at complete and utter peace. It's so hard to grasp that idea especially with death but you have done nothing wrong. You appear religious, i am not, however I must say that everything happens for a specific reason. There perhaps was a reason you couldn't have been there. She's watching over you now. Stay strong 😘

My answer:

Thank you so much for your kind words. And you don’t have to be a stranger. Kik me or something sometime, I love making new friends! <3

I wrote a memoir, that you can find on my page if anyone is interested.

But here is what happened for anyone who is curious -

Gone but Not Forgotten
(A Memoir in Honor of Kayla Wrobleski)

June 15th, 2014

It had been an ordinary day. Sat around the house with my cats, surfed the internet, and was planning on watching a movie with Branden. I had the movie ready on Netflix for when Branden got back home from picking up Dustin from work. As I was waiting, I decided to browse my Twitter feed. Everything was normal and typical until I saw a tweet that said, “#RIPKayla”. I kept scrolling up, seeing more and more tweets that said the same thing, most of the people tweeting were from Benson. My first thought, “Kayla who?”. I waited a while to see if anyone would say. Still no sign of any identification, so I asked. Never did I think it would be a Kayla that I knew. Never did I think that the reply would be “Wrobleski.” Never did I think the reply would shake me so deeply from within, that there were no signs from the outside. I sat in silence, in awe, for about half an hour. No words to be said. But in those moments, I felt as horrible as a person could feel. I felt immense guilt. I never thought that the last words I would say to someone before they left this earth, would be so hurtful. Our last words to each other will remain between us and God. I understand now, that God knows what is truly in my heart, and how I truly feel for her, regardless of the words we used to each other.

About an hour after I had found out, I decided I needed to do something that would help me cope. So I went through ALL of Kayla’s Facebook pictures, and months of her Facebook timeline to see what I could pull together, and help other people remember her for who she truly was. If you haven’t seen the video, you can search “#RIPKayla” on YouTube or go to this link:

Later that night before I went to sleep, I cracked. Just like an egg cracks when you drop it on the floor. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I know how much it hurts me to see the people I love be in pain, so I had to wait until I was alone to just let it all go. Here is a quote, Scripture that couldn’t me more true, “Tears are prayers, too. They travel to God when we can’t speak. (Psalm 56:8)” In that moment of release, I knew God truly knew that I loved her so much. In that moment, I knew I had forgiven her, and she had forgiven me, and we were at peace with each other. Another relevant quote, “Too often we don’t realize what we have until its gone. Too often we’re too stubborn to say ‘Sorry, I was wrong.’ Too often it seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts, and we let the most foolish things tear us apart.”

July 19th, 2014

I didn’t want to wake up that day. I didn’t want to face the reality that she was really gone, and see all of the people who knew and loved her, be in as much pain as me, or even more. I can’t fathom the pain and agony of being in more pain than I was that day. Just thinking about it now, makes me uneasy.

I stepped out of the car, and took a deep breath. Put on my big girl pants and slowly walked towards the crowd. I spotted a friend and saw her tears and told myself to stay strong. I felt I had to stay strong and be a sturdy shoulder to cry on. I walked into the church, not really recognizing anybody. If you knew Kayla at all, you knew she had a really big family. And with a really big family comes an even bigger heart. So naturally, there were a lot of people there. I looked around some more, still didn’t recognize anybody. And then it hit me. I saw her parents, by her casket. I froze like a spell had been cast upon me. Never in my life had I questioned so deeply what to do with myself, or if my presence had meant anything to anyone. Never in my life had I seen two human souls sob harder than they. I took a few steps closer to her casket. It just didn’t look like the Kayla I knew and loved so much. I think that was the hardest part of it all. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her any longer, so I took a seat and just looked around for a while. I was uncertain whether or not I wanted to sit with my classmates, knowing that it would make it even harder. But I just had to. I knew it was the right thing to do, to be with them, and remember her in such a way that had value. So I stood up, and made my way to the front of the church where my class had been specifically seated. With each step, my heart pounded harder, and harder. I saw even more tears, and thought again; I can’t cry again, I need to be strong. The first hug, no tears. The second hug, I felt them coming, but fought it. The third hug, a tear rolled down my cheek. And with each forthcoming hug, more and more tears came. I need to mention that I thank you all for being there, even if you had only talked to her a few times, or none at all, it still really means a lot to me, and I’m sure to many others, that you were there. I sat down again with my Kleenex and tried to calm down. I finally stopped crying, but then… that speech. The speech nobody could have composed better. I broke down, again. Seeing all of her loved ones feeling the same way that I was, made it ten times harder. Every word about Kayla that had been said that day had significant meaning. I’m sure it warmed Kayla’s heart to know just how many people cared for her, as it did mine.

After the funeral, I hugged the casket bearers, and the waterworks started all over again. I never thought I’d be such a wreck, but it just goes to show how much being around the people you love can bring such strong emotion when it comes to a situation like this. It surprised me to not see any teachers there besides about two or three. But the ones that were there, again, thank you.

I’m not sure I would have been able to handle this without the support of all my friends. Thank you guys so much. I love you.

“Live, love, dream”

Brandi Rasmussen

Tagged as: RIPKayla,


Daughters | John Mayer


Based on a true story

"They laugh until laughing makes them kiss.
They kiss until kissing makes them laugh."

Sarah Ruhl (The Clean House)


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