A day of sorrow
Today was the worst of all days. I believe that today I have more to report than just Harvest Moon and Skyrim, but I feel that it is not as cheerful. Today I hope to share my feelings with the people that read this blog, for I regretfully say that my great-grandmother, Mema, has died. No words can express the feelings I feel at this exact moment, but I will say that I can only say that I’m filled with guilt. Why do I feel guilty? Because I live five states away from her. Because I wasn’t there for her when she needed it. Because I couldn’t bend the rules of life and death for her. I understand that everyone has their time to die, but why do we always go at the worst time? You see, I’m going to Texas in two weeks. I could have gone to see her alive and well. The first time I would have seen her in eight years, and now she’s dead. I’m sorry if I depress you, but at this moment I am beyond depression. I can only hope she found her stairway to heaven …