I was going to write an entry about something completely different, you see. All i wanted to do was look up a vaguely relevant email. I'm obsessive that way, when i write i need to read too, to tie things together in my head, to help corral those fleeting thoughts before they run away from my fingers. But the email wasn't there.
And now the thoughts i had about my Opa are gone. Perhaps he is too. How could i know? For the last 12 years he's only existed in my life on the internet. I hate losing people like this.