winkgirl4's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Moments of Silence My grandfather died. He died at a little before 11:00 in the evening. He died and because you�ll never see me cry, you�ll think that it�s because I didn�t feel him slip away. Just so that you know, he died and I felt it. He died and I�m sorry that I can�t help feeling what I�m feeling. He died and, even now, I can�t give my family what they want. They don�t want to hear that I find comfort in the fact that I had only met him a few years ago. He died and I still can�t bring myself to call my mother to tell her that I�m sorry for her loss. I worry what it says about me that I�m relieved I have so many good excuses to not fly down for the funeral. He died and I�m still angry at his daughter. Rest in Peace, Grampa. Thought of the Day: I'd like to believe that I'm not at my most attractive when I'm walking away. 3:01 p.m. - 2002-11-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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