before: May. 25, 2003 (8:50 pm)

the afternoon my grandpa died everyone was afraid of dying and i went to david's house. it was perfect october weather and we walked all the way up and down philadelphia avenue to buy groceries and get his guitar. at the funeral they made me feel guilty because i know i'm stopping something that the made seem really important to the rest of my family. today i went to services with my dad and brother and refused to read out loud. it made me sad that no matter who was behind the pulpit the service would have been exactly the same. and that everyone reads so fast. i don't remember anything besides counting the pages left.

i've been reading for fun lately. no great surprises yet.

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