The Week

Frankly...I feel a bit like Odysseus. Or maybe more like his first mate. We've been sailing for awhile, and shit just keeps on popping up.

We got a ticket on the way up.

The first hotel was frankly horrible. I had to buy a bottle of bleach and attack the shower curtain. The pool was stagnant.

I got my period.

Family, family, family, and more family.

Second hotel better. More family.

Brian lost a filling.

What's going on with Grandmother? No clue, Reege.

Finally in LaGrange. 3rd hotel. Nice though.

Talked into going to Atlanta with Mother. Room mate calls to share that house has been compromised, and cats are missing. Later cats are confirmed safe.

But Grandmother has finally passed on. I'm in Atlanta, moving heavy boxes with my mother. Brian is in Manchester, Richland, and Upper East Hell, deep in family planning.

Mom, and I get lost. Bright spot, a White Knight in a black bandanna named V. He guides us where we need to be after making sure we eat.

We forgo hotel. Staying at MY Grandmother's house. It's surreal in a way. Everything is so quiet. I see things I have seen since I was a toddler. I step on creaky boards and realize I'm the ghost haunting the place tonight. The insomniac ghost of a child that no longer exists.

And there is still my cousin having surgery, the viewing, and the funeral yet to go.