May 9th, 2006


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I woke up at 6something this morning. Before my alarm. About five minutes after I woke up, I got a call from my mom. Telling me that a friend of the family had passed away. She died of a rare lung disease that she had had even before I had met her, which I think was about six years ago.

I thought about updating then, but nothing came to me. I went to classes. I had lunch. I thought more about it. I thought I'd feel something. I've lost three people dear to me fairly recently. I thought this one would follow the pattern. Let it sink in a little bit. I thought that because I had just gotten the news when I woke up that I hadn't let it sink in yet.

I walked around town doing errands, thinking about Kathy and Kaz and Angie. About my own life.

But, I realized, her death didn't bother me.

And that's what bothered me the most. That it didn't bother me.