My blue-eyed grandfather is gone.
I can't remember the last time I heard of so many people losing someone in one month. I lost my grandfather the other weekend. A remarkable man. Prideful and entertaining. His eyes were kind of blue because he had bad eye sight. There's a lot of change coming. Decisions to be made about his house (my grandmother passed two years before.) and other things. My father actually just came into the room with two little koala toys and he said "Your grandfather bought these when he was in Australia. Pick one." To think this is the last gift I'll ever get from my grandfather. It really chokes me up inside because giving gifts was the only way he knew how to let me know he loved me and that he thought of me.

"My father is in jail over a typo."
She's outraged and her mother and her sister is supporting her in the background with the latino female attitude by yelling along. Her father went someplace with a photocopy of papers and when they typed in the social security code they mistyped a number. It came out as someone else. I mean I've grown up my whole life in diverse environments but please. if it was a typo with a white person who spoke english fluently they would have retyped it and there would've been no problem. But the fact that her father was hispanic and his english was accented, they asked for papers (which he did not have) and they put him in jail. Her father is a very righteous, peaceful man. Usually when people think of illegal immigrants they don't think about those who aren't druglord and killers. There are people kindhearted and honest and just so freaking awesome and yet the laws are cold to the warmth of the family of my friend.

Sorry about the loss of your grandfather. I like the koala story, partly 'cause my elementary school mascot(Yes, I remember that far back) was the koala.
» Dilated on 2006-03-11 08:42:52

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