...and the search continues...
I'm looking for more good JM faces from MacHall ( www.machall.com ), to complement the two that Amanda has made for me. So far I've been unsuccessful, but I'm starting at the beginning of the archive, and he doesn't appear 'til later, if I remember right. Amanda claims that he looks "just like [me]," so I figured I'd build up a whole set of them in different emotions or something. Just something to pass the time I should spend reading, I suppose.
In more disturbing news, I had a hard time getting my mom's face out of my head this morning. I always seem to have a worse time dealing first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Maybe my mind is just weirder when it's halfway between waking and sleeping? Anyhow, to make matters worse, it wasn't like it was just her regular face. Of course, it had to be the way she looked on her last night in the hospital. I've decided that I hate hospitals, mostly because of that whole ordeal.
I also started thinking about what the heck I was supposed to tell my eventual kids about their grandmother? How old is old enough to explain to a kid about the death of a grandparent they never knew? Since I had all four of my grandparents til this summer, I really don't know. And I don't like the idea that my kids will have no real memories of their grandmother, just stories, and second-hand information. It seems really cheap to say something like "she really wanted to meet you." or "you would have really liked her," or something. Of course, it's probably not a topic that I'll have to deal with at least til the end of the decade, so I've got time to figure these things out, right?
In more disturbing news, I had a hard time getting my mom's face out of my head this morning. I always seem to have a worse time dealing first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Maybe my mind is just weirder when it's halfway between waking and sleeping? Anyhow, to make matters worse, it wasn't like it was just her regular face. Of course, it had to be the way she looked on her last night in the hospital. I've decided that I hate hospitals, mostly because of that whole ordeal.
I also started thinking about what the heck I was supposed to tell my eventual kids about their grandmother? How old is old enough to explain to a kid about the death of a grandparent they never knew? Since I had all four of my grandparents til this summer, I really don't know. And I don't like the idea that my kids will have no real memories of their grandmother, just stories, and second-hand information. It seems really cheap to say something like "she really wanted to meet you." or "you would have really liked her," or something. Of course, it's probably not a topic that I'll have to deal with at least til the end of the decade, so I've got time to figure these things out, right?