jonze

So my boat left without me today...I was supposed to go but last night some kinda depressing stuff happened. First off, I went to call my grandfather for the first time in forever. Well, when I said who I was, guess what the response was....Sorry, wrong number. *Click* Now if I had a more common name maybe I could believe that, but Beren is pretty damn rare and I'd like to think it's kinda memorable. But I guess I wasn't too surprised because he's been fighting a long and very painful battle with cancer for the last few years and is totally hopped up on painkillers. Which kinda brings me to my next depressing point. The doctors have said that he's going to pass away very soon, but they can't really predict if it will be hours, days or even weeks. So right after I finish my mixup with my grandfather, my mother calls to tell me she's been talking to the Red Cross to see if they can stop me from going out to sea so that I can attend my grandfather's funeral. Well, after that I talked to one of my bosses and phone calls were made and they got me out of the underway so that I can go back to Nebraska for the funeral. Well, know I'm off to look at plane tickets...