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I am home.
I think I will stay here for a while.
It is probably silly to say, but Brody is beautiful in the moonlight.
Three AM will always be my hour. -
"...Every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time."
I'm flying home to Ireland in the morning, but it is not with a heavy heart. Instead, I feel freer than I have in a very long time. I cannot fight my own mortality, and I realize that it is upsetting to many people that all of this will end far too soon, but I cannot complain. This life has been beautiful, despite all its strange challenges, and ( Read more... ) -
My favorite sound in the world,
is Brody reading me to sleep. I like it even better than when he sings me Irish lullabyes.
Goodnight, moon. -
I am, apparently, rather ill.
I have been rather ill before ( Read more... ) -
Damnit.
I really need someone to remind me to lock these entries when I forget. They used to lock automatically, but now I am not sure how I turned it off, and I cannot remember how to turn it back on. Mel, I know you helped me with this before--?
God I hate computers today. -
I am disappointed, but not surprised,
by the lack of respect some people show toward others--most specifically in the realm of religion.
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It should come as little shock,
considering my recent string of wonderful luck, that I have cancer once more.
I am not certain how I feel about this, but I refuse to admit defeat. I have things to do.
In retrospect, I wonder if my previous post was an omen.
Brody is--beside himself. I hurt more for him, at this point, than I do for me. I will make do. I will be fine. But him-- ( Read more... ) -
It's official.
I am an Irish citizen.
When I die, I will be buried here between Colm and Brody.
I think my mom would be proud.
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