The Z list

Death is strange when you aren't sure what you believe. Today was my grandma's funeral, its the closest I've ever had to death. It's tragic, but I mostly feel a strange emptiness more than sadness.

I was planning this entry on the drive back home for the funeral, but now I don't even know what to write. This is further complicated by the death of my former neighbor, whom I used to play with on the daily when I was a kid. I'm at a total loss of what to say.

RIP Grandma, I love you, and you will be missed.
RIP Casey, you always were a great friend.