Rhapsody in Darkness
Posted: 17 May 2017, 03:47
Meara's journal is simply a stack of composition pages bound together in a leather bound book that can have pages added or removed as she pleases. It also doubles as a notepad, planner, and doodle book.
May 16, 2017
They say journaling is a good way to remember events and work through ones feelings. I should’ve started this a lot sooner than I have.
After Christmas, I got a phone call from my mother. She told me I had to come to Knoxville right away. My grandfather was in hospice and was dying. I agreed, but I told her she had to promise to not be alarmed when she saw my appearance. I made up something that a medication they had me on currently to try to help me clear an infection in my lungs made me extremely sensitive to sunlight and I could not go out during the day. So I made my way south and luckily made it with a couple days to spare. Grandpa Eddie had black lung from being a coal miner and it made me somewhat sad to see such a gentle man suffer. I played guitar for him in his room a one night, in a reverse tribute to the nights we spent on his front porch where he would play for me. Sure he fell asleep after only a little while, but he was tired. So tired that he never woke up again. He died the next morning.
I helped get his apartment cleaned out before I said bye to my folks and headed back to Asheville. I loaded down my station wagon with as much clothes as I could, and packed up several boxes more to send to Alex’s shop. Since I already was a night owl, most people didn’t really notice I wasn’t out during the day. But there was a problem – my car didn’t want to start when I was ready to leave Asheville to drive north. And my bank account that matched all my legal paperwork in the US was bone dry. So the alternator and timing belt that needed paid? Couldn't leave ‘til I raised the money to pay it off. So I crashed with a friend and went back to busking.
To pay rent money, other expenses, the car repairs, gas, tolls, and food for Willow I had to spend nearly three months in Asheville. I am sure I worried a bunch of people sick. I greatly missed my sire, Rowan, and her crazy family. And of course Bjorn. I hope he doesn’t think I ghosted him. That would be a shame.
I think I lost my key to Rowan and I’s place, and misplaced the books Az gave me to study rituals. Not to mention I forget half my lessons anyways. I need to find way to make it up to all of these people who I let down because I disappeared. I feel like a turd. Hopefully everyone still remembers me or will be able to forgive me.
I’m gonna go to the gun range extra this week so I can be useful in the next battle I am asked to help in.
May 16, 2017
They say journaling is a good way to remember events and work through ones feelings. I should’ve started this a lot sooner than I have.
After Christmas, I got a phone call from my mother. She told me I had to come to Knoxville right away. My grandfather was in hospice and was dying. I agreed, but I told her she had to promise to not be alarmed when she saw my appearance. I made up something that a medication they had me on currently to try to help me clear an infection in my lungs made me extremely sensitive to sunlight and I could not go out during the day. So I made my way south and luckily made it with a couple days to spare. Grandpa Eddie had black lung from being a coal miner and it made me somewhat sad to see such a gentle man suffer. I played guitar for him in his room a one night, in a reverse tribute to the nights we spent on his front porch where he would play for me. Sure he fell asleep after only a little while, but he was tired. So tired that he never woke up again. He died the next morning.
I helped get his apartment cleaned out before I said bye to my folks and headed back to Asheville. I loaded down my station wagon with as much clothes as I could, and packed up several boxes more to send to Alex’s shop. Since I already was a night owl, most people didn’t really notice I wasn’t out during the day. But there was a problem – my car didn’t want to start when I was ready to leave Asheville to drive north. And my bank account that matched all my legal paperwork in the US was bone dry. So the alternator and timing belt that needed paid? Couldn't leave ‘til I raised the money to pay it off. So I crashed with a friend and went back to busking.
To pay rent money, other expenses, the car repairs, gas, tolls, and food for Willow I had to spend nearly three months in Asheville. I am sure I worried a bunch of people sick. I greatly missed my sire, Rowan, and her crazy family. And of course Bjorn. I hope he doesn’t think I ghosted him. That would be a shame.
I think I lost my key to Rowan and I’s place, and misplaced the books Az gave me to study rituals. Not to mention I forget half my lessons anyways. I need to find way to make it up to all of these people who I let down because I disappeared. I feel like a turd. Hopefully everyone still remembers me or will be able to forgive me.
I’m gonna go to the gun range extra this week so I can be useful in the next battle I am asked to help in.