Distraction

It's been a while, hasn't it? I had three final essays to complete for the term. I just handed the last one in this afternoon. I ought to feel the Christmas cheer by now. Somehow unfortunate things are happening quite frequently this year. Strange and despondent causal effects.

I like distraction. I am a master of distraction. Distraction displaces the distracted side of a person.  Distraction finishes an essay in an hour. Distraction cleans rooms and walks around the campus without stopping. Distraction listens to an Ipod in a bus and eats chocolate and cooks pasta. Distraction writes. Distraction laughs and talks and sleeps in a tangled throw in the living room. Distraction notices the tiniest things that used to be unnoticeable.

Then distraction stops.

So here it goes. My grandmother passed away. This time on my dad's side of the family. That's two in a year. And I won't be able to go back again.  We knew it was a matter of time. I knew when I left after the summer break that it would probably be the last time. It was a knowledge we distracted ourselves from for quite a while.

Never mind me, I probably should realize that I've done this before; I hope my dad is okay. I hope my family are. I hope they are. I hope we are.