Bob heard from Brent the other day. He called, yes called from Kenya to say hey and let everyone know he was o.k. That's Brent. He left a phone number for us to call him if we were so inclined. As much as I miss him, I don't think I'm going to be placing any international calls anytime soon.

Wedding weekend has arrived. Sigh. I'm glad Casey and Vanessa asked me to be a part of it but the first thing that popped into my head when Casey emailed me was oh great, who did Vanessa piss off now? She has that kind of personality. I have the feeling she turned into one of those Bridezilla's Cosmo writes about. You know the type, the one that is usually a nice person (or tolerable) but when wedding time comes around they turn into a monster. Granted Vanessa usually grates on my nerves under normal conditions. God only knows how Casey puts up with her. My dad said he didn't expect the marriage to last long. Like he's one to talk. 30+ years and he all the sudden decides he doesn't want to be married anymore. There's a good role model for you. I'm not putting any faith in him showing up on Sunday. I'd bet all of the money I have that he will back out either today or tomorrow. It's a horrible thing to say about your father but that's his recent pattern of behavior. I have almost come to expect it now.

Tomorrow I plan to go put flowers on Kevin's grave. It seems appropriate. God this is going to be tough. I'm tearing up just thinking about Sunday...hang on...I need a tissue....O.k., I'm under control now. Not good to break into tears at work. As I was saying, I think it's only appropriate to make such a gesture. Kev should be there at the wedding. I'll need his help to get through it. This is going to sound crazy but I know he's with me when I need him. I still talk to him in my head and at the grave like he's still here. Every now and then I still see a shooting star or have dreams about him. Kev's been showing up in my dreams lately and I know it's his way of letting me know he's going to be there this weekend. Sigh. Seven years and I still miss him like it was yesterday. Seeing stories like this and this make me smile.

By the way, Chad, you did hit on one thing I agree with you on. Next season of Real World baby! Too bad it was in France. Rather them than me, I don't think I could put up with snotty Parisians on a daily basis. I have a hard enoug time with dumb Canadians who speak in questions. No offense Peg.

God I'm pathetic. At my age I should not be interested in this stuff. Since Season 1 I've been addicted. Ack. We should start a support group.