Well, I was thinking today... There are so many things I have yet to do... I started numbering them, and it wasn't untill I came home untill I realized the importance of this day...

 

This is the day grandpy passed away... Four years ago...

 

I started thinking about how many other family members I've lost in the last six years... Here's the list...

 

Chuck Fagerlid - Father - Six and a half years ago...

Raymond Deroches - Grandfather - Four Years ago...

Jenie Fagerlid - Aunt - Two Years ago...

Carl Fagerlid - Grandfather - Three months ago...

 

I've been thinking about what life had been like if a number of things had changed... For example, if I had moved in with my father. I loved him to the bottom of my heart, but I never got to see him because of work... If mike hadn't come into mom's life, I would have been with him when I turned six... but mike held it off untill I turned 12... he passed away. I was set to move in with him in six months.

 

Now don't get me wrong. I don't blame mike for my fathers death. That would be redundant. I blame the doctors for not explaining it to him at a earlier date. They had known for a number of months. I thought that was just sick.

 

How would it have changed the last seven years? For one, I would have never met the multitude of friends I have grown to love, and learned to know that they will always be there for me. Yes, my grandfather may have lasted a little longer, but in the long run, the only one who would have changed is me. I would not have prevented any of the four deaths, except save one.

 

But then what about Jessica? She told me that if I had not been there many times she would no longer be here. I know allen would have gone insane, as wierd as it sounds coming from me. Both factions of geeks would still hold amosities towards each other to this day. Andrew would have killed someone by now. I know many people I have helped in the past come back from the edge of the cliff, and I would give up anything for those people. If there was another way to help them, I would, but right now, I can do nothing but hold onto my own life with two hands and pray that I have made a difference...

 

The sound of footsteps in the dark,

the marching of a thousand hearts,

Serving to keep thier country safe,

From the dictators of the earth...

 

A shovel hits the frozen ground,

Breking rocks with echoing sound,

To give heat to freezing youth,

Stuck in cold winter's mound...

 

A house bilt with your own hands,

Something to stand times own sands,

A attestment of strengh and will,

Somewhere to claim as your lands...

 

A child grows,

A soul now knows,

To become king, and fight,

For what you know is right...

 

A careful hand tends a bed of dirt,

A spade breaks loose clumps of earth,

To plant a food to fuel your heart,

And make all of life have a new start...

 

-In tribute to Carl Fagerlid

 

I know... It's not the best... i'm going to polish it before I give it to grandma... I'd like any critique you could possibly give me...

 

Well, It's that time of night again... ttyl... And remember, you cannot sink my cherrio.

 

-The Iron Weasle, Singer of the Broken Note