The City Where We Belong

There have been some hard days in my life, but I'm pretty sure they will all end up seeming like I had been fucking my usual supermodels compared to tomorrow. I don't even know what to do or what to think.

It's hard because I don't think it's going to be what he would have wanted. I don't think it does him justice. Basically, I don't think it should be happening.

Overall though, I think in the end it will help my sisters and I out. I think it will help us deal. I think it will help us think.

2 pm, Boal Chapel in North Vancouver, is the memorial.

Ramble Ramble

It's a weird feeling to wake up and be completely alone. I've been trying to process the events that took place a week ago and I've come to the conclusion that there will be nothing that will ever make sense in any of this.

I guess I should back track and say that I didn't leave town. I couldn't leave town because of problems with my Australian passport, but now I can't leave. Too many papers to sign and too many matters to take care of.

The victim services lady said that writing would help, this isn't helping anything. I don't want to turn this blog into a complete downer. I am doing alright I think. As good as I can be doing.

RIP Dad.