So, I am going to continue this little experiment.

By the posts so far, you can tell a few things, so here are some confessions.

1) I'm not sure about my religious stances, but have come to terms with the fact that I don't have to be. No one is going to hell because they don't do this or do that, but instead they will meet their ends according to the only one fit to judge them. I now feel sorry for those people who live their lives in fear of the judgements of man.

2) I have a problem with picking a topic and sticking with it if I haven't thought things out in advance.

3) Spelling Errors. Tons. Typos galore. This happens more when I'm writing spontaneously, but I have a bad habit of not reading over what I've written to check for errors.

4) I lied to someone the other day for the first time in...a long time.  To top it off, it was someone I care the world for. So, to them, I'm sorry. I didn't feel like talking about my problems when you have your own, especially since my problems are problems I just need to get over... though I was pretty sure I had. It just goes to show everyone what I actually know about myself.

Anyway, I went to the funeral today. It was sad as usual, but I just felt out of place. I haven't seen most of those people in 5 years. The reason I went is because... I hadn't seen them in 5 years. I also went because I figured my grandmother would appreciate it, and I think she did. It was nice to spend some time with good people, and my family are good people, even if they tend to the eccentric side. I think that one of these days, at one of these funerals, I will have an epiphany. I will finally understand what I've been on the brink of understanding.

RIP Renee.

Since the preacher took the funeral as an opprotunity to talk about armageddon, I want to say what I learned about Renee during the funeral. She was strong, for herself and for her family. She fought her disease for a long time, and in the end, she still beat it. She had strong faith, and it helped her in her life. She had a good marriage, and nobody had anything bad to say about her. She was the glue of her family. She was funny and left behind fond memories.

I'm sorry I didn't know her better.