Life

Ever think about death? I mean, really think about it. Would anyone miss you if your gone? How many people would be at your funeral? Would tears be shed when someone sees your name in the obituaries?

To me, these questions are quite interesting. I know I've touched a few lives in my life (right Brittney?...*wink) and I know people would be sad to see me go. How many attend my funeral is something different. Besides my family, I wonder how many of my friends (former and current) would be there. Anyone from East Brookfield? Albright? Have I touched that many people? How many people will be there just because my father is prominent in the community? Probably all are silly questions, but still. I think they are valid.

My Uncle Tony passed away this morning. Around 1:30 am. He had a blood disorder as well as an infection in his spleen. I didn't really realize the magnitude of it all until just the other day and I just started bawling. He is the first close family member that I have lost in my 22 years. This is going to be a tough funeral. His wife,(my Aunt Donna), my Aunt Mary, my mother and father, my Uncle George and Aunt Joanie, and Donna's two sons, Ricky and Johnathan, as well as their wives were there when he passed this morning. Absent were Tony's 3 daughters and 2 sons from his previous marriage. I'm glad the right people were there, and not these money-hungry scoundrals. They were already over my aunt's house rummaging through his car. Some people are just cruel.

Calling hours are Sunday, from 4-6 I think, or something similar. The funeral is Monday morning, around 11. I probably won't be able to do much until this is over. I am sorry for anyone who has ever lost a loved one.

Long Time, No See

Been a while, but don't let that fool you.

I graduated from Albright College with a Bachelor's of Science Degree in Mathematics, on May 22, 2005. Mark it down.

Since then I've been to Kentucky and back, haven't found a job (but a few interviews), and have been stuck at home with the family. Joy.

On the jobs: I'm not doing sales. Sorry. No can do. I hate salesmen and I can't be a salesman. It's just not right, for me. I know I shouldn't be picky, but I think I can be in this situation. It's not like I'm not looking, and my parents are going to let me stay as long as I want/can. It's only a matter of time until I find something I want to do anyway. Who knows in the end.

I really have little to report much else. Just that I'm back and this should see a little more action.