a_conversation_with_my_dead_great_grandmother andrea I think my mom is falling off the edge. Slowly-so we all don’t point and gasp- but falling nonetheless. No job, no car, and not dealing with the fact that you’re gone. Of course, I’m not sure how I’m dealing with it, either, so I guess I shouldn’t criticize. Being home is driving me crazy. I’m so used to being on my own. It’s almost like I’ve outgrown this place. I feel like I have to watch everything I say or do so I don’t upset anyone. But, my friends understand me. Think it’s because we’re all rearranging, without knowing exactly what it is we are all molding ourselves to be. We just find happiness in seeing changes in one another. I just wish you were here to see me now. How much I’ve changed inside and out. To listen to me and give me your opinion. But, mostly, to hug me and tell me that everything is going to be all right, okay. And dammit, despite the way I feel, I can’t cry…I just can let myself cry. I can’t let go. copyright 2000 000507 ... kerry that's beautiful, andrea. 011222 ... ClairE You are the guilty point. You are where our tree turns with a shudder and almost gracefully you philadelphia girl did you love the river were you mean to your lover what did you do when you had to crawl into the birthbed like a cat into the corner did you think about your little boys did you make yourself forget did you sing songs someday? I'll never know if you have blonde hair if you don't answer me. 011222 what's it to you? who go blather from