The weekend

This past weekend my 18 year old brother graduated high school. Though I still have three years until I graduate I was thinking about how I would feel when that day came. I was sad. My best friend of ten years and I would go our separate ways. Would we talk every day like we do now? Would our kids be best friends and get married like we planned? I got a little scared but I knew that I had to make these last three years the best. 

My extended family also came down for this event. Which got me thinking again. Twenty years from now my grandparents, most likely, won't be here and my mom would be the grandparent to my kids. Me and my brothers would be getting a long fine and have our own careers. One day I'm gonna be telling my kids about these days maybe they'll listen to my stories or maybe they'll just nod but tune out. I made sure I listened to all the stories that were told this weekend. For one day ill be telling them to my kids so nobody forgets them.