In a event of ludicrous tragedy, my grandfather passed away on my 17th birthday. He was very ill, but we did not expect him to die so soon. Luckily, we were able to visit him last weekend in the hospice, but, again, we all thought he had at least a month left.
It is weird. It is horrible. It is incomprehensible.
I'm traveling to Beaumont for the funeral, so I will be gone Monday thru Wednesday. (Wednesday I intend to be at RenFest in Houston, as I'd planned before.) I've sent emails to all my teachers about getting make-up work, but if they don't get back to me, I'll send ya'll questions about what we've done in class.
Also: I haven't gotten my Halloween costume (Snow White) pulled together yet, and I'm going to be gone for most of the days leading up, so if anyone has a long-ish yellow skirt that A) would fit me and B) I could borrow, please let me know.
Thank you. I'm not gonna lie; this is a really tough time for me.
Lots of love,
Rosalind
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