|I did mention something terrible coming...
||[Oct. 16th, 2000|01:58 am]
|||||Matthew Sweet - "If Time Permits"||]|
And it came. But, as I said in that earlier entry, nothing to do with me being dumped or anything like that. Megan's grandmother just died. She knew it was coming in the next six months or so when she and I talked that first Sunday after the kiss. But, in the next week, things deteriorated very quickly. And now she's gone.
I really wish there was something I could do for Megan. I ask her if she wants to talk about it, and she says "No." So, I don't, but it's still there, obviously. She hasn't mentioned it to anyone else yet, although she says it's not something she's keeping secret. So, those of you who know her, (Hey, Erik, listen up!) please keep an eye on her for me, and let me know how she seems to be handling it...
I can't even be there as a shoulder to cry on, at least not physically. I feel so helpless, although I'm sure that's nothing compared to how she feels right now. I really wish I had my car back right now. Of course, although I can sympathize with her loss, it's something I've never experienced myself first hand. How many times can I say "I'm really sorry," and "That must be really hard on you," before I start to sound like a robot?
Well, now that I'm about ready to cry myself, I need to work on writing a pithy, silly radio show. Actually, probably just going to fix all the little formatting stuff, and actually write the show tomorrow. Hopefully, I'll be in a more humorous mood then...
No witty comment tonight...