This Much I Know Is True

The death of my grandmother has made me look at the world slightly differently. Love is where it's at, baby. I've known that all along, but it seems so much more important now. Family is the foundation of love. I have come to terms over the past few years with the possibility that I may not reproduce. When my grandmother died, that idea made me sad.

Carl told me once on msn that our relationship could not sustain itself through email & online chats. He said we needed to see each other in the flesh. I pshaw'ed him. We haven't spoken in many months. I am sad about that. I still miss Ian lots. And I am worried about other friends (Jeebs) that are far away. I want to be close to people.

I'm all over the map these days, kind of in suspended animation. I need a jolt.

Late for class....