Heather Benefield Memorial Scholarship

The world sucks sometimes. Literally, it sucks out good people worthy of life at unexpected moments, unapathetic towards the people grieving that loss and needing the time to process. It sucks and sucks and keeps revolving around the sun, even if you're not ready for the next day, week, month, or year. My father was unexpectedly sucked up by the universe in February 2021. He wasn't physically sick, and he was not finished with life. I was only a high school senior, attending classes virtually, applying to colleges, and preparing to graduate in a few months in the midst of a pandemic, ironically not being related to his cause of death. My father was a simple man. He had little family, family that cared about him at least, and had a tiny studio apartment with a job making about $35,000 per year. But he had two children, musically involved, making good grades in school, and looking forward to an enriching life and to ultimately give back to their father one day. At first, I could not envision a future for myself. As acceptance and rejection letters rolled in, my senior prom nearing, and finals approaching, I struggled to find the meaning of life. Questions were playing ping pong in my brain with what-if scenarios and rhetorical questions such as why should I go to college if everyone inevitably dies one day, and why do bad things happen to good people? Plagued with my thoughts, I realized that my younger brother was spiraling. I had to get out of bed, go back to school, choose a good college and continue my life. I called my high school and told them I was coming back, I bought a prom dress, I signed my acceptance of enrollment for the University of Texas in Austin, began therapy, and I started to breathe again. Being a role model for my brother got me out of my funk, but my future was foggy and I still had no answers. About a year has passed and I have come to a conclusion about my future and why the world sucks. It comes down to time is not a luxury. The resource in which no one is guaranteed but most people would fight for, even to their end, is ironically never won. However, it has pushed me, in more ways than providing for my father one day, to lead a driven, motivating, and enriching life. Life waits on no one and you have to play the cards you’ve been dealt. Whether you live to 49 like my father, 99 like Betty White, or 122 like Jeanne Calment, you have to live life for each day and it is only up to you to make your life memorable and/or enriching, however you may choose to do so. I have learned that every day counts, and I have had to live each day consciously knowing that if I go tomorrow, I am okay with the legacy I leave behind, in hopes of building on that legacy each and every day I am gifted with more time. I am a great student who made all A's in her first semester in college. I am an amazing sister and daughter who has given her family someone to be grateful for. I am a good girlfriend who supports and loves her partner unconditionally. I am a good person, providing for my community whenever possible. And I will continue to live as great as I possibly can until my time comes to a close, and the world sucks me up too.