It was weird when my grandfather passed away. I was a pallbearer for the casket. It was freaky.

Sleep...please.

A rain soaked day. The burial of a close friend. Allergies. I'm sure that there are things that I am missing.

I feel really out of sorts today. I'm not too sure as to why that is. Perhaps part of the funk that is clouding me is that Mrs. K was buried today. She passed away April 16th. I went to the visitation last night for about 90 minutes. I had the chance to talk with fellow students, teachers, her kids, and grandchildren.

Funerals for me are weird. I'm always up in the air as to how to feel when a person dies. And what about the grieving process? It's such a strange practice.

Do you really want to hear someone tell you it's alright after you've just lost someone that is close to you? Granted, this for the most part is done roughly three to fives days after the initial passing. Really, I would rather just have people over to eat and watch old movies, or maybe sing songs that the person liked. Carol was awesome. For only being introduced to her through my ninth grade homeroom, as time progressed, we seemed to work well. It was all due to her. I remember all of the times when she would be backstage for shows, or running the house, or collecting biography forms. One of my favorite times was when I handed in my biography for Honk and it was very plain and boring. She took it, asked if there was anything else I did besides that, and then she created one of the greatest biographies that I think I had read. (I liked it so much, I just reposted it when I did Sugar in Waterville.)
It will probably end up being the biography I use for most of my shows, due to the fact that it was written so well.

What a great woman.

Thank you Carol, for all of your contributions to this small area, and making such a large impact!