Those roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are...There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Friday, February 8, 2013

Not Sure How to Feel

Just met an 89 year old man at Central Market who went to F&M in 1941. Also found out my grandma has lung cancer. I don't really know how to feel right now? I'm sad and scared for her, and also weirdly envious of this older man who can still walk around by himself and make conversation with some college girls on a Friday morning.
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