Hello everyone, it’s me again, I just want to say that during my English lesson today, I had an funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. At the time I thought it was because in the lesson before(Science) we had watched a video called ‘hanna’s home birth experience’ and we had to watch this lady giving birth at home on the board and it probably scarred me for life. In English we were talking about dramatic death scenes, Macbeth and blah de blah. This reminded me of my Jenny. After lunch I was walking out with my best friend( sort of crush) and I sent a text to my mum asking if Jenny was alright. At the end of the day, my mum called me and told me that just before lunch(when I had the funny feeling in my stomach), Jenny has died. Am I phscic? No. I don’t know why it happened but this post is dedicated to Jenny, Peter and Bob. Grandad, if I had met you, I’m sure I would have adored you. Peter and Jenny, I did meet you and adored you.
Heed my warning: Smoking, overweight, and drugs kill you. They took the lives of these wonderful people, and many other lives around the world. So next time somebody offers you a smoke, decline. You could be saving your own life.
My Jenny has joined the angels, Grandad and Peter and God up in the heavens, and gaze down on us like stars.
Hannah