January 24, 2008.

Last night, my (great) grandma, Leona Hosfelt died at the hospital of an aneurism. She was 89. I was informed of this while laying in bed this morning. All i said was, "Ok." I didn't feel anything. No great grief, no crying, it all just kind of passed over me, and still hasn't really registered much. I suppose it wasn't really a surprise. She had been sick for awhile, in and out of the hospital a lot, and it's amazing she lasted this long, being a smoker for many years. I'm just glad I had as much time with her as I did. She was an amazing lady and I'm going to miss her more than I can really put into words. My dad always says that the worst thing is that that unique person, their personality, is gone. This is the first time anyone close to me has died, so this is a completely new experience. I guess I don't really know what to do with it. All I can do is write.

I love you, Grandma. I miss you.

Christopher Michael Tucker.