February 27th, 2004


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So Dad called with the arrangements last night. The teddy bear I had ordered for Grandma arrived yesterday, and if Grandpa doesn't want to keep it for comfort, it's going with her. My brother's going to be a pall bearer. When did we get old enough to do things like that?

Apparently, though, the one question everyone asked Dad yesterday, when they all met to work out the arrangements, was "Dawn's not coming back, is she? She doesn't need to." Well, yes she does, for herself, but that isn't happening.

Maybe today I'll be able to jump back into the homework/writing/critting/coposting. Yesterday my brain didn't want to do anything but chat with Harry Potter fans.