Oh and she is, Raq. She is.

Those are a few of my happymaking things

Aw. I just turned on the radio to do the dishes to after having dinner with Ellen (Yay Ellen!), and it was a jazz show playing a riff on "My Favorite Things" and it just made me sad.

a new ita post appeared that I had just started to read.

After over ten years since he passed away, I still have dreams about being at my grandparents' house, and being the only one who thinks it's strange that Grandpa is present.

I've decided that those dreams are Grandpa saying "hi" from wherever he is now.

Transcendence, I'm telling you. My computer now randomly shuts off when I'm reading this thread.

I wasn't going to mention this, because most of me thinks it's nonsense. But. I know Kristen said the authorities think ita may have died on Saturday sometime.

I woke up around 2 a.m. Saturday (into Sunday) with a blinding headache. Not the kind I normally get. It was so intense I thought for a moment I had a stroke (hey, I was half-asleep). I must have woken Tim up, because he asked what was wrong, and I told him I had a headache so bad I was afraid to move my head. And then I realized that if I could talk I wasn't having a stroke. I got up, took ibuprofen, got a hot beanbag for my head, and it was gone by morning.

Most of me knows it was just a headache. But when I read the news about ita, and the possible timing of her passing, part of me wonders if that was her on the way out.

I know it's ridiculous. But still.

Did it feel like a pinky pressing into your brain?

It felt like Glory sticking both hands into my brain.

It really did scare me for about 2 minutes. I've never had a headache like that, not a migraine, not a hangover from hell, nothing.

It's not ridiculous.

I've had 3 experiences like the one you had in my own life.

No explanation, but not ridiculous.

The day my grandmother died, my father,stepmother and I were in the car driving toward the hospital, roughly 90 minutes away.

I was in the back seat. Suddenly, I felt a 'clunk' in my chest. I must have made a sound. My father looked at me in the rear view mirror and asked, "Is she gone?" When I said yes, he said, "No hurry now" and slowed down.

He checked his watch. You can guess the rest.

I would never have pegged him for believing in such things, but there you have it.

I wish I could see it that way, but I'm not wired that way. It's just my brain being a butthead for me.

I wish I could see it that way, but I'm not wired that way. It's just my brain being a butthead for me.

I mostly don't. The weather was changing, which literally fucks with my head, and I'm prone to headaches anyway. But this one was SO different, so a tiny part of me just wonders.

I was referring to my dream, sorry.