Louisiana Avenue

I sit in my bed this morning, recapping 2oo8. This year has brought so much joy and so much sadness to my life, and I'll be walking away from this final winter month a changed person - I'm not sure if it's for the better or for the worst.

In the summer of 2oo7, we discovered my Momma had ovarian cancer. This marked the beginning of the year long journey to recovery my family and I battled along side her. In spring of 2oo8, we discovered that she made it into remission. The cancer has come and gone! Momma will be alright.

In spring of 2oo8, I also met Marena. During a time in which I felt abandoned by all of my closest friends, she was there to help me up. I've known her for two years before this, but we were never close. In fact, we hated each other. Because she had Ryan Ross and I called her Rena. Silly things to fight over. Almost nine months later now, she's my best friend. More than that. She's my girlfriend. The love of my life. My... Despite all of the fights, we work through it. I metaphorically take her hand and guide her through the darkness, she does the same for me. I couldn't live without her.

This December, my grandmother died. On my wall there is a half filled outc calender, and over December 10th there is a large, black, DEATH scrawled across it in scared letters. I'll never forget, her in her last days. Her at the Wake. She went from looking twice her age, to maybe 60. She's at peace now, in Heaven, but I miss her every day. She wasn't just my Grammy, she was my best friend.

Here's me sitting in my bed thinking about these things. Here's you reading them and I thank you for doing it. Rambled thoughts are absolutely no good if no-one reads them.

I'll go get dressed now.

good afternoon, world.