BELIEVE in the '98 Mets!

For various reasons, I think 1998 was the best year ever. One such memory was brought to the surface thanks to a comment to my last post: one of my closest friends, Megan, and I were both hardcore Mets fans. Whenever there was a promotion at Shea, we'd grab fifteen bucks, jump on the subway, buy tickets at the door, and still have enough left over for a soda after the stretch. For fifteen bucks! The Mets' winning or losing wasn't entirely the point, but just hanging out with my best buddy in a fantastic place was. I miss that. A lot.

The one thing that HAS gotten better in the past ten years, well. :3 I don't think Reygardo could ever be nearly as sexy awesome as Wreyes.

Happy birthday plus_c and proserpia!

Another blast from the past.

But this time, it's a sad one, and one I've probably mentioned before. Again, 1998.

I'm still affected, deeply, by my grandfather's death. I'm crying while writing this because I miss him so much. I mean, I knew all this, because I was bawling like a baby during a very lonely moment on my birthday this year -- Grampa and I had the same birthday -- but it still sucks to feel that inevitable lump in my throat whenever I mention him.

Grampa made it through all of 1998, but it was my sixteenth birthday, his eighty-sixth, that I realized that that might have been our last. There was no saving him, and it was painfully obvious. It HURT, more than anything I've ever suffered, I think. That realization hurt more than his actual death, on the most ironic day of the year: Thanksgiving.

I mean, it's not like he didn't have a long, full life. And he certainly didn't have a large family. XD

While it's good that some people haven't experienced anything like that, I'm sad for the people who'll never have a chance to. I mean, it hurts more than anything, even nine years later, but it wouldn't hurt so much if I hadn't loved my grampa so much, and that kind of love is something no one should go without, I think.