I must first put a warning label on this post. I don’t care for your opinion on this matter just like assholes we all have one and this is mine for the time being.
I was raised Catholic, went to church every Sunday, went to Sunday school, did my communion and my confirmation. Life got busy and church every Sunday turned to church on holidays like Easter and Christmas Eve. When I became older, I started to have an opinion on the sermons and the so called “rules” of the church. Growing up we were taught God doesn’t judge, accept all people, love thy neighbor, but not everyone that came to church could do communion, and you can’t come to church with your same sex partner so as a college student trying to navigate who I was becoming that sounded pretty hypocritical so I just stopped going. I talk to God often, pray over my blessings and ask him to help me through times like these even though I do not attend a service every Sunday. I do believe in a higher power and I believe that Kinsley is somewhere in Heaven looking down on us peaceful and content. Maybe with countless dessert or Hershey kisses, playing soccer with friends, endless shopping for trinkets and junk, fashion shows, and Sunday evening dance parties on the kitchen counter, whatever makes her happy is where I believe Kinsley is. We were at dinner last night and a conversation came up about drinking and if I wanted another drink. Of course I’m happily drinking my margarita and said “hell give me another, you know what I may take up smoking too” of course I was kidding but they all looked at me like I was crazy because I don’t smoke and find it disgusting, however if I didn’t find it disgusting and wanted to, my thought process now is much different than it used to be.
My explanation was Kinsley was as healthy as a horse, the healthiest child we had in this house and in a week span she was dead. She had a 6 pack of abs, could climb the rope to the top in gym class, could run up the wall on the ninja warrior course that most adults couldn’t do, she ate salad from Chick-Fil-a, who gets a damn salad when they go to Chick-Fil-a? She ate everything Jordan and I made, she wanted vegetables, she was the epitome of a healthy strong ass kid. I guess in the last few weeks trying to figure out why, I realized there was no amount of science that could save her, but why her? I replayed every second leading up to her death. Did she pick up something at the Caps game that Tuesday? Maybe I shouldn’t have let them go? Then I had to stop myself because there are videos, facetime phone calls, text messages, and photos of her truly living her best life. She had a blast and there’s no way I would have not let her go. There are drug addicts who overdose and science can intervene to bring them back, there are healthy athletes who drop dead unexpectedly and then there are those who smoke a pack a day, drink a handle of vodka a day and live until their 90. Why? My only explanation right now is when it’s your time to go, it's your time to go. No science, medicine, etc. can’t alter that predetermination. It was Kinsley’s time and I think Kinsley figured out life here way before any of us, in her 8 short years on this earth and everyone needs to walk away from this living like Kinsley. So, my takeaway from this is if you want to drink, drink. If you want to smoke, do it. If you want to eat that dessert after dinner, enjoy. If you want to eat healthy, more power to you. If you like going to the gym, then go. If you don’t like going to the gym, then don’t. If you want to jump out of plane, have fun and if you want to visit China, I’d wait a while, then go. The point is, just do it, eat the damn cake, smoke the blunt, travel, find something to laugh about, tell people that mean the most to you, you love them every day, tell the people you don’t care for exactly what you are thinking and to f@*$ off, and lastly dance when music is playing, because there is no telling when it will be your time to go and when I go out it will be because I truly lived like Kinsley Reese!