Kenneth Lockwood W.

My grandpa. "Pop-pop".
He was the strongest, straight-faced man I ever met. He did everything and anything for you. He was also a very sweet man when he wasn't putting on the fearless leader face on. He loved Westerns, and was such a modern day cowboy: the John Wayne of Eastport. He loved his Mets and he loved his recliner. I will never forget his random sayings that made everyone laugh so hard that they cried. I won't forget how every morning he would go to the deli up the street and get us bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches in the mornings and how he would fix the pool up for us kids every summer. He was a man of few words, but you could tell that he felt very deeply for his family. He was a great grandfather, a good father to my father, and a wonderful husband to my grandmother. I miss him so much, but I know that God has a perfect place for him in Heaven and I have no doubt that I will see him again one day.
My heart hurts, but he is in peace now, and there is no better place to be than by God's side in Heaven.
Rest in peace my sweet Pop.

2010: in Retrospect

It sucked mostly. The good things that happened were that I got to see my best friend give birth to her baby boy, who I absolutely fell in love with, and I made straight a's. I discovered that I would be a nurse and I found a job that I really enjoy. I learned to knit. Christmas was wonderful too. I took many pictures and improved greatly with my photographic skills. I met lots of wonderful people, and I learned that I do enjoy teaching what I know about. It sounds like a lot of good stuff, but in reality it was overwhelmed with a magnitude of horrible, sad things. It was revealed to me and my brother that our dad is an alcoholic. He spent weeks in rehab, relapsed, jumped back on the wagon, relapsed. Etc. Etc. I got in a car wreck that totaled my car, I am in debt up to my ears, I am alone, and I got kidney stones again. My dad got divorced and won't get over it which equals stress for me. My baby raisin cat died. I'm unhealthier and fat. Whatever.

2011, you better be good. If not, there's always the apocalypse in 2012.