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My great uncle Wayne died. Oddly enough, he and I were actually pretty close. He was like another grandfather to me...which makes sense because he was my grampa's brother. It hit me pretty hard. I don't have a lot of close family. The really sad part is that my grampa is one of five kids, and he's the only one still alive. I can imagine how sad and alone that might make him feel.
My cousin is getting married in September and I'm feeling a lot of pressure to go. I just hate flying. Like I have to drug myself just to go to the airport. Plus, Sam's not going. He has to stay home and work and take care of the dog. I want to see my cousins Luka and KC. I haven't seen them in years and I miss them. I want KC to cut my hair. She does amazing hair. Also, Luka's son Rayne will be there and I haven't seen him since he was one. If you ever wondered what I would look like if I were six years old, a boy, 1/4 black, 1/4 Japanese, and 1/2 white, I would look like him. Seriously, this kid looks so much like me and my brother when we were little. I love him too.
