my grandfather, pop pop, died last tuesday, february 23. i flew home the next day for the viewings and the funeral. he was old and he suffered tremendously at the end of his life, but i-- i am sort or hearbroken over the loss of him. it's hard for me to talk about. all week i've been thinking about the one time he offered to play catch with me in ( Read more... )

 i am alive, but i haven't stopped moving in a week. every muscle is sore. when my apartment is done, i will be able to think and i will be able to write and i will be able to eat, but until it is done all i can do is clean and assemble and place and replace.