Funerals are depressing, even if you didn't know the person well. I've been to several funerals over the years, but never more than one in one year. Today I attended the memorial service of a very dear friend's father. Honestly, today was a day of mixed and varied emotions. On one hand, I was very sad, bordering on depressed. But on the other, I spent a very enjoyable time this evening with my boyfriend and a silly group of people playing board games. To be completely and utterly honest, I'm not sure what I thought of today...

My thoughts have been turned toward death and life lately. Life is so short. We never know when we're going to take our last breath, or whether or not we'll still have our friends and family in a few days, a few hours, or even a few minutes.

It's a little terrifying. The only reason I'm not freaking out about humanity's mortality is because I know that, even though someone may be taken from us here on Earth, I'll see them again in Heaven.

I leave you now, readers (Is any body out there?), to work on the story I am writing with a friend. I'll see you next time I post.

- Aimee