HEROES AND THIEVES

I just came home to a way quiet home.

My bf is on his plane back to England.
My mum is at my Grans, along with my aunt.
My brother is somewhere else.

It hasn't been this quiet in a while. It makes you think deeper thoughts and I don't know if it's good or bad right now.

I was walking home from my older brother where I parked the car. On my way home I looked up at the sky and I talked to both or my grandfathers who both passed away very suddenly, even though in different ways. It's weird, but sometimes when you talk to someone, within your heart, you can feel a kind of warm feeling. It's like I knew they could hear me. I know it sounds crazy, but it's a comfort.

And my friend Linda gave me a phone call while I was driving back home from Skavsta. Finally she stood up against my old friend who doesn't wanna see me anymore, for a lame reason. It felt very nice to know that you actually are important to other people. Important enough that they can stand up against their friends. Thank you.

And finally, my cousin wrote to me on FB saying sorry for the loss. She ended up not talking to me for all the wrong reasons about a year ago, but I hope that she realize that family is imortant, and so sadly reasonly proven. I'm not bitter, I just think it's sad that you turn your back to your family. At the end, that's all we've got.

Now I'm going to bed. I hope you all will have nice dreams.