Monday, July 26, 2010

Last Tuesday morning, my step-grandfather passed away. We were expecting it. Had been half-expecting it since late February.

The funeral, burial, wake was this past weekend. It involved about 19 hours in car travel—including a return to somewhere I didn't want to have ever see again, despite that I sometimes dream about it. But the place I dream about doesn't exist any more; it's been swallowed by trees and time and spat out as something unrecognizable.

It's not my home; it hasn't been my home for a long time.

I have not written in three days.

I don't have any intention of blogging this week, except to announce who the Your Picks are for the Teen Read Awards.

That's pretty much it.

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