My Grandpa passed away last Sunday.

It's tough to say and even tougher to see in writing.

He was sick for a while -- his kidneys were failing, he was on dialysis, he suffered from multiple strokes and before he died, the doctors told him that they'd have to amputate both of his legs.

It's unfair to put a man through so much during his last days. ( Read more... )

I'm leaving tomorrow for the funeral.

I'll be West Palm until Sunday so if I don't pick up or you're having a hard time getting in touch, that's the reason. If it's really urgent and you absolutely must speak to me -- call The Best Friend or contact me via the internet.

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for their concern and care. I'm ( Read more... )

My grandpa died.

My room is a mess of candles and white Kleenex roses. All crumpled up, shredded and strewn about ( Read more... )

My grandmother died ( Read more... )

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Sparky: wait, remember when i called you damaged goods and threw a dollar at you? that was a funny day
Me: I think I hate you
Me: Remember when you were adopted? Yeah, that was a good day too
Sparky: aww...you know i love ya, baby
Sparky: no, it must have sucked for you

My sister, ladies and gentlemen....