Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter
Friday, January 23, 2004
The other day I saw an old friend who I hadn't talked to in years... she used to be married to my uncle, my dad's brother, before he died. Death... She didn't know about my grandma, didn't know about my mom. "Well you don't have any family left, do you?" Did I mention she had always suffered from Foot-in-mouth disease? Not that she ever gave a crap about it, always the same old Sandy. On second thought, why did I ever consider this person a friend?