Life throws you the strangest signs...

So, I went to Chapters to avoid becoming insane from staying in this house and I picked up a book that perhaps a few years ago I never thought I would go near even if my life depended on it. Hell, go back a few years and had this been out and I even touched it, I'd be questioning my sanity.

I decided to woefully trek to the graphic novel section and I looked, spotted V for Vandetta then, another, small, book with a 'Eisner Award Winner' stuck up in the corner.

It's called Mom's Cancer by Brian Fies.

I don't know what compelled me to buy it but when my eyes kinda fell upon the book it's like my body shut down and I was reaching for it without actually reaching for it. (subconciously?) I don't know. I just picked it up and read it through and walked to the counter to pay for it. (19$) And so now it's sitting here staring back at me and it's like...

It's about a family dealing with a family member--the mother--having cancer and the effects it has on them all with a bit of odd humour here and there.

In other odd news, while at chapters, I had something to eat at Starbucks and I saw a lady walk by in red open-back shoes. Shoes that my mom had purchased years ago from Winners and only wore a few times and I think we gave away not too long ago or something.

I don't know what's up but if this is some sort of 'Show Amlaké signs of all sorts' day it's done a good job of putting it in my face.

So far with what I've read, I'm curious a bit what it was like for everyone else. Most of the stuff in here parallels what happened here...to an extent. I wasn't as involved as this family was. Everyone else was, but for personal reasons I chose not to know the rest.

Perhaps because grad's coming up, I'm feeling lonely. In my naïve "All will be well and she'll live" state as a kid, I talked to mum about Jr High grad and High School grad and she told me we could go out and look at dresses and shoes and jewlewry, and all that stuff my friends have been doing with their moms, together and such not and that she'd be at grad and such.

Wow.

While every other Gr 12 stresses about if their dresses will come in, if they've got that hair appointment, that nail appointment, that makeup appointment booked, if they've got a date, aftergrad, grad itself; I'm sitting here asking myself why am I so alone? How come I have no mum anymore? Who dealt me this hand and can I knock the wind out of him/her? Why is it the ones I'd like to talk to are busy with thier own lives, or are just too busy to pay attention to what I have to say?

All this from a book and thensome. People, I shouldn't be resorting to typing this all up in a blog you know. Last I checked, I was supposed to talk to humans verbally not via bits of HTML and CSS. I should get an F in communications.
*munches on Lemon-Raspberry cake*