My Grampa died when I was only thirteen. And I still miss him as much as I did then. It seems so unfair that he was taken from us so soon. Because I miss him so much, and I wish he could be here to see all the things I'm doing with my life. I wish he could have been here to see the great grand children he would have eventually had. He was the only Grampa I had left, my Baba died when I was only three, and I think that's part of the reason it was so hard for me to let go. But I know that the love he had for me will last throughout the rest of my life. And working on 4:48 has been a very emotional experience for me, it brings back to the surface all these vibrant memories, some good, some bad, some heartbreaking. We went over the loss section in our show today, it was so emotionally wrenching, it makes me think about all the people I've lost in my life. And I came home, and I was just feeling really sad you know, and I sat down on my bed and I started just pouring all these thoughts racing around in my head out onto the page. And I just cried so hard. I wrote about my Grampa and how much I missed him and how hard it is...and about the people I've lost who are still so much a part of me in who I am. I guess the whole rehearsal today just got me really down, because I haven't cried that hard in a while, obviously I needed to let it out. This whole show is so emotionally draining sometimes. I miss all the people I've lost...some to old age, or cancer, disases or car crashes...they're gone, but they live in my head and my heart, in my memories, their influence on my life lives in my actions.

I miss you Grampa, and I love you.