I am sitting in a hotel chair in the teensy town of Spring Valley Minnesota. My Aunt Wilma's funeral is tomarrow morning at 10AM, a little church service at a beautiful little church in the center of town. I am both pleased and displeased to be here. The family time has been good I suppose. *sigh* It is not my family right now that I wish to be with.

Its good to have friends. lrdfaelan came down from the Twin cities to visit me here in spring valley. You rock sweetie, thank you. You made an evening with my family bearable. They are nice and all but I would have been gong crazy.

I've been backreading a certain someone special's journal this evening. I felt the need to read his thoughts because I cannot be there sharing them. There are a lot of entries in His journal that mention me as His best friend. I've fallen in love with my best friend...who would ever have thought. I've loved Him a lot longer than I even admit to myself.

Why is it that people feel the need to end their lives? Why is it that I have lost so many friemds to suicide in the past few years? Why didn't someone tell me before the funeral...I would have gone. She was my Friend. Was.