...to not write a book.

I feel like I need to write something, I just can't think of anything to actually put down.

My grandpa, George LeRoy Golwitzer, passed away today after having a heart-attack.

I wasn't close with my grandpa, but I wasn't horribly far either. I guess its just hard to know anyone to pass, I'm never good with these situations. I don't know how to handle myself.

I consider myself pretty emotional, overly-so sometimes. Every now and then there are just too many emotions at once and everything just backs up, and I don't know what to do with it. I know once I get to Zion and to either the funeral or wake (i can only make one of them) the emotional flood-gates are going to open, and then its just going to be crazy.

Why does anyone have to die? I'm never ready for it. Everyone dies too young.
Why did he have to die before seeing his beautiful Great-Granddaughter?

There are only two of us left now. Two George Golwitzer's left in the world. There were three, now only two. I always said I wouldn't name my son George, I think I've amended that rule. I'll at least use it as a middle name, it just feels too odd not to have three George Golwitzer's, to freakin weird.

I think I'm done. I just really don't know what else to say.

G.V. Golwitzer

--I watch these people fall, the dragon shrieks, and burns it all. I flip the circuits on, the dragon's of my own, the portal glows, and my machines destroyed--