i don't know what all i have to say.

I've taken on more than I can handle, in my style. I'm wearing Grandpa-n-Grandma's ring, mostly because I miss him so much. And, as I write this, the song I listened to on repeat the day I heard of his passing has come on (Samson by Regina Spektor). It's still hard to think of my life without him. I reach for my phone on my lunch breaks, to call him and tell him I'm thinking of him and to hear his stories. And I remember that maybe now someone else has his number. I hold his story inside me, and miss him.

There are ridiculous amounts of things to do. I'm trying to gather my life together, but tasks keep leaking out the sides. As is expected.

Still, I am happy. Joyous, one might say. I told an anti-Religion friend of mine yesterday that "The seat of my soul is in joy." I felt strangely church-ey when I said it, and he just nodded his head, and said "That's a good way to put it."

Everything falls apart and comes together. That's the way life goes. There are many things to say, but the bottom line is that, underneath the roiling of everyday life, I am steadily joyful.