August 10, 1993 – Tuesday – 11:00 p.m.

I got so caught up with my past in the last entry that I didn’t finish with the weekend.

Sleepless in Seattle was great.  I loved it.  You must see that movie.  It gave me hope and patience.  The final note of my canon is out there somewhere and one day I will meet her (if I haven’t already).

I went back to my dad’s work and helped him for a little while then I went for a walk in Colonial Williamsburg.  I had seen it all before.  Nothing was new.

After that, I went back to my other Grandpa’s house and we left at 5:30 in the morning.  We got back in time for church and everyone was surprised to see me.  Ryan and I decided to meet with everyone in the Children’s Church Drama Team at her house to rehearse because we didn’t like doing everything on the spot.  The people on the drama team are myself, Ryan, Christi, Cheryl, and Amy.

I got a letter from Emily today.  She sent me a picture.  She looked beautiful.  An amazing smile.

Jonathan’s birthday party was last night even though his birthday is the day after mine.  We watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail.  What a stupid movie.

For his birthday I made him a tape of several songs.  Together, they tell the story of his life.  It is very touching and emotional.  I titled it Jonathan: The Musical.  It’s great and he liked it a lot.

I got some more typewriter ribbon and I wrote some more in my novel today.

Something happened this past weekend that really got to me.  My dad was taking me to Grandpa’s when suddenly I said, “Dang, my balls itch!”  So, I scratched them, obviously.

Then, my dad said, “That’s what I miss the most.  I don’t get to hear every little thing you say, no matter how small it is.  I don’t get to hear you say your balls itch and I miss that.”

Boy did I ever laugh so much.  I cracked up and my dad did too.  We joked around and I said, “Well, every time my balls itch I’ll call you up and tell you.”  We laughed together, but he meant what he said.

And it’s true.

My dad doesn’t even know all my friends from church.  He’s never met them.  He doesn’t hear about the simple things that happen at school.  He is lonely with a little job at a golf course.  He is 43-years-old and now he lives with his parents because he can’t afford an apartment.

My dad.  My father.  Nobody can make me laugh like he can.  Some of the best times of my life have been with him.

The Miss Teen USA Pageant came on tonight.  I watched half of it while talking to Brandon.  He’s okay.  He’s been in Arizona for six months or so now.

Anyway, when I first saw Miss Vermont, I immediately knew she would win.  It was just in her eyes.

Sure enough!  She did win!

She was crying and I whispered, “It’s okay, you deserve it.”


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