posted by Samus @ 6:51 PM
Thursday, November 02, 2006
My favorite aunt died. I can't say that I feel bad at all, or even sad. It just feels like my ribs all turned to stone. It feels like I'm dragging around my chest behind me.
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I'm sorry about your aunt. I know the heavy, numb feeling. Felt it when my grandma died.
Still, death is weird. Always makes me reflect--even if I didn't know the person well.
J
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