Things of Some Thoughts

I write to get things that I have been thinking of out of my skull. I find it quite therapeutic in a non invasive way as people can choose to read what I write or not. I get my release and if people get some information about me, or it (for reasons beyond my comprehension) inspires others or get's their brain running, then good for them. Was that a run on sentence? Doesn't matter. I suppose I do that often anyways.
So, on with the blog. Lately, and by lately I mean the last 2 or 3 weeks, I've been thinking of my grandfather on my mother's side. He passed on a year ago this last Friday. Now like most people, I don't deal well with death. Not by at all really. Seriously, I usually just try to avoid the whole thing. My most recent x actually helped me to deal with the death of my dog only after 2 or 3 years of ignoring the sadness that I had bottled up. I'm thankful for that moment because years later I was able to somehow deal with my grandfather passing. I know I know, two totally different kind of deaths, but you get the point. A loved one is a loved one, regardless of species I suppose. (that still doesn't sound very good does it? whatever.)
Another reason I write is because my memory is absolutely horrible. And there is some kind of a hope that I might be able to preserve my memory if anything through some random online blog. Of course, I might forget the web address for it, which wouldn't be too useful would it. Anyways, my grandfather was a pretty amazing guy. Knew about 4 languages, had 2 masters, was an absolute amazing piano player of classical music, escaped from the Nazi's twice, was part of and lead an underground resistance against the Nazi's in Holland. Was the biggest goofball you'd meet. He was the happy go lucky quite mad scientist. Seriously. He had a lab with all sorts of crazy equipment and a lab coat to go with it. He was pretty awesome. Word on the street is I'm very much like him, faults and all. Which I'm quite grateful for.
Loss of any kind is quite an oddity huh? If it's an ended friendship, breakup, a separation, a divorce, or even a death; you never forget that person. No matter how hard you try they just stick to the brain like a parasite. Huh... parasite isn't really the best choice of description there is it? I'd say symbiote but my nerd side thinks of "Venom" from Spiderman and that sounds words than a parasite.

Hm. I'm sure there is more I wanted to say, or would like to say, but I can't really think of anything relevant to the subject matter that I choose to write on at this moment. I'm sure I'll be writing again soon, as I want to make sure to get my quota of blogs done that I had promised myself to do this year, and because November and December have always been interesting months for me.

On a side note:
I need more dark chocolate, and the ability to not eat so much and make myself sick. At least now I won't get in trouble if I eat too much of it.