My Bubby OB"M!

I wish I was some sort of great poet or writer who could adequately pen all the thoughts and feelings that I have going on now. That would be, if I had any feelings at all...

My Bubby just passed away. I'm sitting at the computer in my Shvester's house now, waiting for tommorrow's trip home to be at the funeral.

I don't want to express my emotions now. That's probably because I'm lacking any at this time.

So... Beis Adar will forever be a day to remember the Grandmother who gave me the best memories of my childhood... I'm too confused to even write anymore.

Goodnight (Gosh! This is so weird.)