June 14, 2008
The pipes are calling
My grandpa died yesterday a little before noon. The funeral is tuesday and my dad can't afford to bring me up to New York. I'm going to miss it. I've never missed a funeral before, and I'm ashamed that I'm missing his.
Tuesday morning I'm going to play "Danny Boy" for him. My aunt probably won't do it. So I will. Even thought I'm hundreds of miles away, I'll play it for him.
scullerymaid at 10:59 p.m.