It's thirty below and I am midway through my first road trip to Alberta since this time last year. A lot happened in that year, and a lot didn't. I am pictured with my sister, whom I haven't spoken with in a couple years. I went out to Camrose where I saw my mom and a few great friends and froze my nut. It is always grounding to go home, get my ass kicked in Scrabble, and hang out with high school pals, who took turns giving me lifts around. Primarily Nathan and Kevin. Kevin is the white haired guy, and he and i get together everytime im around. Now I'm in the comedian's condo, in Calgary, waiting to catch the bus to Castlegar - then its off to langley.
A terrible thing happened when I was in Camrose. My cousin Marc, whom i had come very close too in the last few years, recieved a diagnosis of a terminal brain tumour, and took his own life last week. I found out when my mother got the phone call after dinner the night I arrived. It was lucky for my mom and me, that we were together when we found out. i am only now accepting it. It will be a tough time when I get back as his family wants me to assist in putting together a memorial. I am going to try write some stuff on the bus. I have a song my mother thinks I should play. "Fickle Mystery" (in case you didn't guess K)
I stayed over one night at my friend Shelley. I didn't get a picture of this time, but thats her daughter and mother above.
I am enjoying myself, considering everything. It does feel good to be back, doing the life that, in a strange way - I still love.
