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June 26, 1997 (Written, however, on June 22)

This month has been a particularly harsh month for me. The ups and downs have left me a little beaten up and I'm still trying to recover. There were times when I just didn't know what to feel, and I'd sit here a little dazed. And there were other times when I didn't know _how_ to feel.. and I went through the things I had to do without much conscious thought.

Aside from stress, study, work and a miscellany of other things, there was one thing that was painfully shoving its face in mine. The subject of death. The Friday before Father's Day, a seatmate's (the person I sit next to at times in my classes) father passed away suddenly. When I heard, I was shocked to the core..A little numb; I wanted very much to grieve for a the loss of a man I did not know, but all I could do was hurt for a friend whose loss I could only barely fanthom.

A week before, a friend's friend died instantly in a car crash.

Just moments ago, I finished browsing a wonderfully made homepage called Nicholas' Place. There you meet a wonderful young boy who has a loving mother... He's in heaven now. But something about that page shed light onto a sober subject.. I can barely identify it, so I won't.. I can only say that I remember the ones that have gone.. and though I miss them, I find I can still smile.

Here's a toast to loved ones.

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