I'm pretty drunk here. Drank a whole bottle of red wine to meself. Had friends over to play cards and swim and well, drink. I'm babysitting my friends kids tomorrow too. Yippee.
Everyone is dying. Grandmothers, fathers. I had a best friend since we were 8. Shannon. I moved away. Far away. After the second & third child, we lost touch. She doesn't have any. I got a call from the third friend. Derek. Tough times for Shannon. I wrote Shannon a letter. I mentioned her dad in it, how he called me by a pet name, how he brought home Chinese food when he was drunk. She read it to him. He laughed. Said I was a sweet beautiful girl & he'd love to see me again. This was last Friday. He died this Friday, one week later. Very sudden, massive brain bleed. Life is weird. Serendipitous. Shannon said it was made a just little easier by my communication, getting back in touch. I felt good. Who am I now? I don't really know. I really don't.