so tired

Just a second ago, I felt inspired to write on here... and now I can't remember what I was about to write on. I keep falling asleep with my laptop on my lap and my tiger keeps waking me up. What was I just dreaming about? Something...

It is almost the one year anniversary of my uncle's death. I went to see Elizabethtown with some friends tonight and during the memorial when everyone was talking about Mitch, I thought of my uncle's memorial service. I will never forget things his wife said and how she so broke down in front of a family that never much cared for her [I liked her up until she started stealing money from my parents]. I had Nick there with me, though. He helped me cope. I remember feeling so helpless sitting next to my dad. I remember being angry with my mom because I didn't feel she was being as comforting and soothing as she should have been.

It's hard to believe it's been a year already. Less than two weeks and it will be.