Saturday, January 26, 2008

   LNLY

"I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to" -Margaret Cho

the title is in aim quick-type language.
don't ask me why, or how i learned to do that.
do you understand the title?
ok, something weird happened to me the other day.
i didn't tell anyone but my mom, because she was the only one there for the incident.
wendsday night, after mom's jewlry party, we had just got done carring in all the stuff; table cloths, food, soda, baskets, plates, everything.
well, my hands were cold so i walked over to the radiator by the computer and put my hands down.
when i walked by the computer, the sair was pulled out and slightly turned twards the kitchen.
in the kitchen, my mom made a nose and i looked over my shoulder.
sitting in the computer chair was a man, watching my mother.
he was sitting streight and he han one of his hands on his legs.
he had glasses and a flaned shirt with jeans.
at fist i was struck scared cause i though it was my pepere, but i realised it wasn't because he had dark hair; my pepere had grey hair.
then i blinked and he was gone.
so i told my mom about it and she answered "well, that's funny"
yesturday mt mom showed my a photocopied article of newspaper that out friend uncle freddie had given her.
it was the obituary of my great-greandfather.
she handed it to me and said, "now read this"
so i read the first couple lines "he died july blah blah blah he was born january 23 at blah blah blah"
and then it hit me.
the day i saw that man in the chair was the same exact day that my great-grandfather was born.
and out of all the stories i had heard about my great-grandfather the one that stuck the most was the story of his death.
he died in my house (the one i'm living in. he built it.) in the livingroom, in a rocking chair.
and i had seen him, on his birthday, sitting in the livingroom, in the computer chair.
the reason he looked so much like my pepere was because he was my pepere's father.
my great-grandfather died when my pepere was 8, so i never knew or saw him.
it makes me smile, but weirded out, to think that i actually saw my dead great-grandfather....
how was the dance?
i wish so badly i could have gone.
my mom said no because i "had a temp" and she could "feel it radiating off my arm" from where i sat; a foot away from her.
don't say your sorry i couldn't come though.
i don't want a sympathy party.
well, i hope you had fun.
i got to sit at home in bed and drink tea (BORING)
but i read a book about astrology and a story about a baby deer and drew some so i wasn't terribly bored.
and i ate icecream this morning for breakfast cause my throat hurted XD
yey!
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