And Superman is really dead...

There was a time in my life when I believed in superheroes, the kind of superheroes you watch in cartoons and in the movies. The ones you look up to because they always do what is right, and they have this amazing powers you can only dream to have. 

Later in life, I believe it was around the time my grandma passed away, I realized my heroes and heroines weren't on the TV, they were real people. I could talk to them and spend as much time with them as I wanted. Sure thing they couldn't fly or save an entire city in one afternoon; but they made a much bigger impact in my life, and for that I'll be forever grateful. 

There was my grandma, who could make single person feel at home; there is my mom, who is honestly the most strong person I've ever met, and who I believe has held our family together after all these years and who I think can secretly read minds; there is my dad, who besides having gone through a lot of shit in the past is simply one of the happiest people ever, and he never fails to make me feel better when I feel like crap. There's my uncle, who is like my rock, who has taught and given me so fucking much. There are my best friends, who are the best people on earth.There is this certain website which literally saved my life. And many, many others... If that is only with MY life, imagine the amount of heroes in other people's lives. 

 A couple of them have passed away already, but I was too little to understand. Now I've come to a point in my life when I can clearly see that all of those heroes are lacking the only "super" power I wish they had, immortality. Now they're fighting against high blood pressure, heart attacks, surgeries, memory loss, every day life...

It's not a secret that my biggest fear is to lose people I love. Which makes it so much harder to make new friends or be with someone, because I know I'll eventually have to say goodbye. And even with the family and friends who surround me, it hurts to see some of them won't be around for long. 

Every New Year's Eve, my great-grandmother used to say "I wonder how many of you won't be here at this time next year." &hearts, she always included herself in the ones who would be, even though she was the oldest person in the party. 

I guess all I can do is enjoy the time I have with them, cause who knows maybe I'll be the one who won't be here next year. 

On the front lawns of america the papers they all read,
Your kids are on heroin and superman is dead.