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Dear Bloggy,

So, let's face it, I'm a little depressed. You see I had to go home this past weekend to go to the funeral for my nanny. And yeah, it's hard to explain who my nanny was and how she raised me. I guess I was just one of those lucky people that gets to have an extra-special person in their life to raise them. A million percent lucky.

Let me tell you about Kyle and sad things. I don't do well. I can't speak, I can only cry. And it keeps me from saying the things I wish I could say. But words are just words and totally meaningless at a time like this anyway. So I'm just glad I could physically be there. Her family could at least see that I was there...even if I said nothing.

I'm going to have to stop typing now. It's just a little too much for me even to type. So anyway, I'll post some other time.