"We Have Buried The Putrid Corpse Of Liberty" - Mussolini

Life is fun until its over, right? Unless the end takes a while to arrive for you.
For the past six months or so, my grandmother has been suffering with an incurable stomach cancer and this past Thursday, she passed away. I am driving up with my mother and my brother (My father is already there) to see my grandfather in New York and attend her funeral. I know that very few people know about my blog, but those who do will understand why I may be kind of incommunicado for a little while. I'll still have my laptop, but it's doubtful I'll have internet service. However, if you really do want to reach me, I'll take my cell with me and I think the majority of the people who would call me have that number. (If not, either don't bother or fish around.)

Right, so I was so inspired, that I wrote a song. There are no original words yet, but I have a decent rhythm and tune hammered out on the guitar and I am just improvising with the little cards my mother bought for the wake. I combined bits and pieces of the story on the cards with some kind of cheesy but meaningful poetry from my Sitto (Lebanese grandmother)'s funeral. I think it sounds okay, and I can totally use the tune for my mad song-writing career ahead of me. (Catch the written sarcasm there?)

The cheerful part of my life, however, is that I bought a picture frame. I'm just living it up, you know? Experiencing life. (Basically I needed a frame for the picture of Jimmy and Me at homecoming. Me or I? I think it's 'me'.) Seriously though, it's an upper since it is a really pretty frame. I think I look like a turtle or something in the picture and it is out-dated, but c'est la vie. It's the only one I have.

-Scottie: She's that person you'd see standing on a pedastal along with her critics reducing them to the 'lack of anything worth-while' that is their true self.

--"Just think of them as resting from the sorrows and the tears. Don't think of them as gone away, their journey's just begun."