What a day. I’m sitting here in an airport after my planes wing broke and we sat on the runway. While sitting there I learned that one of the most important people in the world to me lost her mother to cancer.

I’m usually quite adapt when dealing with my own trauma, but that of people I care about I can’t really take.

Yet, I’m helpless again. She has good people around her, I’m glad for that. I guess this is the first time I can admit that after I watched the aftermath. Cognitive dissonace is fun eh? Remind me and I’ll write something on that. I don’t know how to explain how I feel.

Now I’m stuck in an airport. People watching is something of a hobby of mine, as an anthropologist of course. I’m just not in the mood right now. Just sitting here for a few hours with my thoughts.

Thanks for all of those that donated to the help me fight cancer campaign. I have raised more than I thought I would, and the page will remain up in her honor. Maybe I’ll write more on that soon. I can’t do it right now.