It feels really nice to be home after a week and a half of being a crisis management mercenary. I'll admit I'm in pain too from everything, but it hurts more when others hurt. when a little girl cries over a cemetary stone..like a cold knife in my stomach. my uncle :
http://www.lasvegassun.com/sunbin/stories/boxing/2006/mar/14/031409975.html this is just one of the papers around the country his death was noticed. I'm sure he was listed in some papers overseas too. he really was a great man. a bit of a pain in the ass, but that was part of his charm. i feel like my work isn't finished in eastwood yet. i may go back tonight with my dog and stay the night again. its hard because i have a life here i have to take care off. no one else is gonna do that for me, at the same time...i feel obligated not to leave reenie's (my cousin's) side. she'll be all alone tonight. i may text her niece rachel to go spend the night with her, because it'd feel good to sleep my own house again. i have to go to work
that sucks.
but i gotta start making money, i lost enough time this week.
but its time my uncle will never get back so i'm grateful for what i had with him.