|who am i kidding?
||[Aug. 1st, 2011|09:20 pm]
so, i returned bottles at wegmans today and i was quite embarrassed at the immense number of beer bottles. like, other people were giving me "looks" as i unloaded the cart full of bottles. not that i particularly care what others think of me, but i felt the same way as those people looked.
and, as i typed this, i learned that hospice was called in for my grammy's older brother. granted, the man has had an amazing almost 93(?) years, but... he's my last real connection to my grammy. as in, she and he were so similar that when i sat and chatted with him last, it felt like she was still around. i know i haven't seen him in a couple of years, but the thought of him being gone makes me a bit sad. i do, however, know he'll be much happier once this fight is over.
enough for now. i'll probably be back later. especially because when bill is gone, i'm too lonely for my own good. and then i start pouring it out here.