*yawn*
I should go into town at some point -- that'll be Tuesday-Thursday, as tomorrow is the second anniversary of Opa's death, and I plan to observe quietly here at home. I still miss him. He died the summer before my senior year; in fact, the funeral was on the first day of school. I was not at the funeral. It's just as well. My grandmother had a stroke that same day. She was in a coma for at least a month. Nobody thought she'd make it. Then she woke up.
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Still praying for New Orleans. Gods all keep those who cannot escape the oncoming hurricane. Grant them mercy in this time of danger.
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I am lucky. I have a family that loves me and a close circle of friends I made in the most unlikely ways and places. For these things I give thanks.
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Still praying for New Orleans. Gods all keep those who cannot escape the oncoming hurricane. Grant them mercy in this time of danger.
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I am lucky. I have a family that loves me and a close circle of friends I made in the most unlikely ways and places. For these things I give thanks.