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April 22, 2007
I vacillate between thinking, "When you're dead, hoo boy, you're DEAD" and thinking that the dead are trying to communicate with me. Is Poppop really making the caps pop off of bottles in my kitchen? Is the large fly on my computer screen, dancing conspicuously all morning, really Poppop being the goofball he always was, just saying "Hey!"?

I like to think so. I like to think he's still around in some form, even though, deep deep down, I really don't believe it and know he's just deep down beneath the ground, where we buried him almost 14 years ago.