I am currently preparing myself to be the strongest person that I have ever had to be in my life, and I feel like I don't have enough time to do that, and that thought, in itself, is killing me. Sarah sent me an email last night telling me that Cassie's dad had died yesterday, suddenly, from an anneurism or something of the like. Mitch was our chauffeur, my guitar instructor, the humor in our lives, and one of the kindest men I've met. He'll be missed. :( The funeral is going to kill us all.
Disclaimer: These are my personal thoughts, emotions and opinions -- they are not intended to offend or aggress upon anyone. Likewise, though I do appreciate a constructively critical comment on occasion, I prefer non-hateful and thoughtful comments with respect to myself. I shouldn't have any problems with that though, we're all grown ups here, right? Please note that any offensive, aggressive and anonymous comments will be deleted from my comments, notes and guestbook, as I like knowing that the rest of my readership doesn't have to read that trash. Also, the HTML on this design has been designed solely by myself, Amanda Neal, and song lyrics are from the song "Wild Horses" by Natasha Bedingfield.
Tuesday, Nov. 08, 2005 ~ 12:35 p.m.
