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Home / Profile / Friends No Euphemism for Annihilation Feb 21st, 2004 - Subscribe In the past month, I have witnessed the cessation of my aunt, my cat, and, now, my great uncle. It's not like it was unexpected... He was diagnosed with a brain tumor more than six months ago. But now he's gone, and I regret that I didn't spend any more time with him while he was around. It's funny, that now he is dead, I have discovered what an incredible person he was. Until I read his obituary this morning, I had no idea he graduated from Johns Hopkins and worked on the Manhattan project. I didn't realize that he was married for 52 years and had three great-grandchildren. What I do remember is the last time I went to see him, maybe five months ago. I spent ten minutes talking to him and his wife before I passed out and was unconscious all through dinner. He was so distraught and worried about me, an otherwise healthy teenaged girl, when he was the one who was 80 years old and with a tumor in his head. But no, he laid me on his couch, and brought me blankets and crackers to nibble on. I just hope that, now, he has some way of realizing my melancholy and will forgive me. On to living matters. The performance is in less than a week, and, although I know my lines and blocking, it seems as though the show, as a whole, will never be ummitigated. I appreciate the dilatory environment, and I've had lots of fun the past few weeks, but now it is starting to catch up with us. The only way we can pull this off is to bust our chops for the next few days. The deep sigh of procrastination mingles with the bold brew of coffee in my mug. 0 comments  Anonymous guest, why not register, or login now.
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