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do you wanna wind up in a graveyard... * 2005-07-264:55 p.m. Who gets to live? Who gets to die? What are they going to do with the lives they get? What would they have done with the lives they would have had? If you start asking these kinds of questions, and worse, are overcome by resentment because of these things, you will go crazy. And you will be stifled. I feel this way sometimes. I really miss my brother. I just watched the video Greg made for us when my brother passed away. It is really awesome and we were so lucky to have that. I miss him. I miss hoping. I miss hearing him crack jokes. I miss his hugs and wet cheek kisses, just like my dad's. I see his daughters and I miss them for him. I need to start grading, but I am just taking a moment to think about him right now...really meditate on it. My brother was so amazing. And having this disease really changed him for the better in some ways. I think he could see very clearly. I think of the times he was hurting though, or the times he was scared and/or felt vulnerable, and it's enough to make me want to punch the wall. R is coming over tonight, so I should probably make some room. I can't believe I am moving out this weekend. I am so not packed. Ack. Better get going... Superman * nostalgia d'jour * Borkeling (snorkeling w/a boogie board) in Hanauma Bay * wish d'jour * To be in bed by midnight bout to give this girl a shout >>back in the day>> "i don't want the world, i just want your half..." >>>leave your mark on me / [?uestbook]>>> * me love you long time *
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