The day i left for uluru got a phone call from my dad. My Grandma in Scotland died.
didnt know her heaps well, i mean i knew her but being on the other side of the world our relationship wasnt like my me and my nan,
Anyway tomorrow i get to reep the rewards of the kicked bucket.
$$$$$$$$$$$
oh yeah, the problem is i’m running out of cahsed up dying relatives.
you think i’m heartless dont you?
the truth is, it is sad that my G’ma has moved on, buit also i think its probably good in a way casue the last couple of years she had no idea what was going on as dementia had kicked in hard.
Written on April 23rd, 2007 , remembering and celebrating