To cross and cross again.
Yesterday (5/15) somewhere around 1:30 PM, my grandmother Vickie passed away. This was not unexpected and while I'm not jumping for joy or anything, I'm at least glad that she's no longer in pain. So now I'm heading back to Baltimore to spend some time with my father and aunt. To the few of you who met her, I hope you have good memories of her. To the rest of you, I'm sorry you won't have the chance now. But, in the words of Oingo Boingo, noone lives forever.
