As it usually goes with these kind of events in my life there is one constant. No matter how bad it gets or how hard I take these things I always can count on a few people. It’s the usual suspects.

I need to again say that I don’t know what I would do some times if it wasn’t for Mr. Isley. Scratch that, make it all the Isley’s. Troy came with me to go see Grandma in the hospital on Monday. He went with me down to the bop afterwards. No words were spoken regarding the subject at hand. Again as usual words were not necessary.

But I just can’t possibly ever repay them for all the times they have been there for me. It’s a huge debt I owe.