Oh, willow wait for me.
Hi.
I'm moving out of my apartment tomorrow and into The Villa Parkmerced area right by SFSU. My new roommate's name is Aziza and she is from Santa Monica! I guess this means I won't be hearing too many "hellas" and I can use "the" to preceed a freeway number.
Anyway, I was just reading my dad's Myspace blog about how Grandpa Maas died last month and how he is beginning to forget the sound of his voice.
I just miss him so much right now. I have caught myself, more than once, about to ask my grandma to put him on the phone when I call. I just want to go to the store and buy Sunkist chewy candy and sit in the front seat of the Aurora and tell him about school. Its weird what you remember when people are gone and you realize how much you want to have another strawberry milkshake or make them ice cream from behind the counter at your first job.
God, I just wish that it wasn't so bad for him in the end. He deserved a better farewell from this world than a crappy little hospital bed surrounded by a tacky pink privacy curtain. I remember when Joe and I went to visit him he wanted to watch the hot dog eating contest on TV and I saw those bright spots in his eyes when we all laughed about how dumb it was. At this risk of sounding like a corny drama novel, he never got to get out of that bed and went home, it just ended there and that is what makes me so sad.
I hope he's home now. I hope he isn't watching me sitting here with the tissues piling up next to the computer and staring at his prayer card. Maybe when I do something more interesting I'll want him to watch and be proud.
Thank you for loving me enough to let me come up here and make a new life. I left a map with you in case you ever need to find me.
I'm moving out of my apartment tomorrow and into The Villa Parkmerced area right by SFSU. My new roommate's name is Aziza and she is from Santa Monica! I guess this means I won't be hearing too many "hellas" and I can use "the" to preceed a freeway number.
Anyway, I was just reading my dad's Myspace blog about how Grandpa Maas died last month and how he is beginning to forget the sound of his voice.
I just miss him so much right now. I have caught myself, more than once, about to ask my grandma to put him on the phone when I call. I just want to go to the store and buy Sunkist chewy candy and sit in the front seat of the Aurora and tell him about school. Its weird what you remember when people are gone and you realize how much you want to have another strawberry milkshake or make them ice cream from behind the counter at your first job.
God, I just wish that it wasn't so bad for him in the end. He deserved a better farewell from this world than a crappy little hospital bed surrounded by a tacky pink privacy curtain. I remember when Joe and I went to visit him he wanted to watch the hot dog eating contest on TV and I saw those bright spots in his eyes when we all laughed about how dumb it was. At this risk of sounding like a corny drama novel, he never got to get out of that bed and went home, it just ended there and that is what makes me so sad.
I hope he's home now. I hope he isn't watching me sitting here with the tissues piling up next to the computer and staring at his prayer card. Maybe when I do something more interesting I'll want him to watch and be proud.
Thank you for loving me enough to let me come up here and make a new life. I left a map with you in case you ever need to find me.