My grandmother died Saturday.
It wasn't a big suprise, she had been really "bad-off" ever since the she broke her hip last year...her parkinson's disease went out of control...She didn't recognize her own husband...or children. We knew it was coming.

I called Roy (my older brother) - He was talking about all these great memories and conversations he had with her...how he would occasionally drive to thier home in Washington, Illinois.

Being younger, and lees of a world traveller, my recollections amounted to Christmas gifts recieved, and the weekly Sunday phone call.

Actually there is one incident that absolutely stands out in my mind: In 1974 our family was moving from Maryland to Washington State, we spent a few days with my grand parents...every thing gets blurry from there except for a paddle-wheel ride on the Mississippi, I was 8 years old, watching the curl of dirty brown water off of the bow. For an instant I thought I saw a fish, ran back and proudly told my the family..... Man, this entry sucks, I'm forcing myself to write about my her, as if it were a travesty to let things go unsaid.

I'm suffering from an all nighter I pulled last night, trying to meet a deadline.
Maybe I'll tell you about the loan shark... on a later entry...but right now I just wanna go rest my head.

"g'nite"