I don't know quite how to write this...don't really know how I feel about it, even...but since this is supposed to be a journal of my life (ha!), it belongs here: my grandfather is very, very ill. He's had a rare skin cancer for a while now and was diagnosed with leukemia within the last fortnight. Right now he's in the hospital with a failing liver. They can't figure out what's wrong with him and, thus, can't attempt any kind of estimate for how long he has left to live.

My mom is downstate with him, along with her brothers, and I'm not entirely sure when she'll be back. Without her here, worried and grieving, none of it's quite real---especially since I've never been very close to this grandfather. I guess I'm not upset he's possibly dying---cliche as it is, I know he's going to a better place---but his will be the first death in our family. I've no practice at this.

While awaiting the coming tidal wave, though, I have not been *entirely* idle. See:


'S'posed to be me, of course. Can you see the resemblance? Startling, a'n't it? :D Silly as it is, it's actually quite addictive. Who shall I make next, hmm? Maybe my own fictional characters...maybe someone else's...maybe Rose Red or her husband.... (And should you like to try it, yourself, the fun is here. Enjoy!)

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