Today we went to the cemetery and buried the ashes of my grandmother who died in February. All week I had been thinking that it would be really sad, and that I really didn’t want to go. The burial itself was sad, but afterwords my family convened at my aunt and uncle’s house and looked through pictures, old and new, and remembered my grandmother. I think that she would have loved that we were all together talking about the great things we remembered doing together while she was alive. The whole thing ended up being better than I had been thinking.

I really miss the cards she used to send, and the Halloween candy that she would give us eventhough we were too old to Trick or Treat. I miss all of the great food that she made, and her smile.

I am glad that I learned so much about my family’s past today.


Lifting the Weight

I e-mailed my friend back and told her why I have been avoiding her. I really told her everything. I feel a lot better, but I am not sure she will.

I think that what drew me to this blog was a desire for catharsis. Since my mom died in May, I have been missing an outlet for my thoughts. No one (although well meaning) seems to be able to fill the void. This is not to say that I am not surrounded by people who love me, it just isn’t the same and I can’t help but think that it never will be again.

Losing my mom has been the hardest thing that I have ever had to live through.

I took this photo of my Japanese Maple in my backyard.


I got a boombox for my birthday, and I listened to the radio most of the day today. I generally listen to Public Radio, but rarely for the whole day. I have to say that I enjoyed having the radio on, even if I wasn’t totally listening to it. I was home alone for most of the day and the background noise was nice.

In other news, I got an e-mail from my best friend from high school. She wants to know why I have been avoiding her. I want to tell her that it is because I didn’t agree with her lifestyle in college, and before her wedding. I also want to tell her that I have a hard time thinking of her new-found religious convictions as anything but hypocritical. I was hurt by things that I heard about her in the past, but I never confronted her. I am not sure what to tell her. I still care about her a great deal, but I can’t get over the past. I just feel like her behavior has been one extreme or the other over the last five years. I will have to sort it out soon, though, because she is asking whether I am her friend or not.

I think that I could really get used to this blog thing. I had my doubts, and I thought it sounded trite. For some reason it seems easier to say what’s on my mind in this annonymous mode. I just hope that I can come up with more drama for tomorrow…

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