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This morning I stayed in bed for an extra 30 minutes and remembered all the things I could about my beloved dead. To great-grandma Lu who thought everything was "great" and always had candy in the fridge waiting for me. She came over from Germany when she was 7. To her parents and brother who I never met who realized that Germany was heading for trouble at the beginning of the century and decided to get the hell out. To my great-grandpa Cecil who polished rocks into beautiful shapes and picked up cans by the side of the road to recycle them. To my great-grandma Charlcia who didnt leave her home much but had vanilla ice cream on demand. To my great-aunt Wilma who wasn't around much, but whose home was another stop on my walks with grandpa Cecil. To great-grandma Grace who kept chocolate chip cookies in the freezer. (Can you tell I was little when many of these people died? Most of my memories involve treats!) To grandpa Woody who despite his flaws loved me. To uncle Bobby who I never met, who died when my dad was 10 because he just couldn't take it anymore. I remember you, you live through me.
Then I got up and turned on the heater. Fuck its cold.
Today I run errands, go to the gym and then head out to a number of Halloween parties dressed as Lois Lane to J's Clark Kent/Superman. I get a Daily Planet reporter badge and a notepad. And I shall proceed to interview people all night. "So you're Fidel Castro...whats that like?"
Then I got up and turned on the heater. Fuck its cold.
Today I run errands, go to the gym and then head out to a number of Halloween parties dressed as Lois Lane to J's Clark Kent/Superman. I get a Daily Planet reporter badge and a notepad. And I shall proceed to interview people all night. "So you're Fidel Castro...whats that like?"