Comfort?

I found a new blog today... actually someone else I visit links to her. When I am bored or need a distraction, I like to visit new blogs. I usually decide within the first few minutes whether or not I am going to bookmark it. She wrote about a dream she had about her dad and I read it twice. It made me remember how comforted he makes me feel, even though he is gone. I wrote how he comforts me when I am sad and I realized that right now I am sad. Just thinking of him felt nice. After Grandma Laura died, and Uncle Hal was in prison, Aunt Nancy and Willy had it pretty hard. She woke in the night and smelt cigarette smoke. There in the kitchen was Grandma, smoking a cigarette. She told Nancy that everything would be alright. When Nancy woke she realized it was a dream. What she didn't know was that my mother had just sent her a check to help out. But grandma knew.

My dad is gone and he brings peace, my Grandma is gone and she brings comfort. Nancy is a loving woman and will smile down on all of us when she is gone. My dad will be there to watch out for her and so will my grandma. I've thought about naming the baby Laura or Betty (another grandmother who recently died), but now she may be Nancy. Hmmm... I keep thinking she's a girl but I won't know until the 20th.

My uncle is 9 years older than me. He started dating Nancy when he was fourteen. She is a couple of years older than him. I am 29 and 11 months. I have known her since I was 5. I have called her Aunt Nancy since I was 5. She is so damn young and this is so damn cruel.