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Nov. 17th, 2009 12:47 pmI'm supposed to be drawing a chair for a make up assignment for ART 131, but honestly I'm just sitting here (in the chair I was going to draw) feeling rather... blank.
Mom just told me that Moria, a wonderful, amazing woman from our bead group who I talked to almost every time she was there about anime and music and everything else... is in the hospital and not doing well. She's been fighting cancer for a long time now, and even relapsed shortly after I met her, but she returned during the summer looking and feeling much better. We even talked about the possibility of her and her family coming to Kumoricon next year because she really wanted to see and experience all the things I told her about.
I haven't been to bead group in months because of school. My schedule had me in class on Tuesdays during the time. As such I haven't seen Moria since September.
According to mom and the email she received, there's a chance she might not come back from it this time. I can't visit until Friday if I can even work up the courage to do so (I hate, hate, HATE hospitals and I feel sick even thinking about being in one), since I have school and all.
If I wasn't so behind I'd skip today just... because. But I'm gonna go and hopefully won't feel like I'm gonna cry at any second.
Mom just told me that Moria, a wonderful, amazing woman from our bead group who I talked to almost every time she was there about anime and music and everything else... is in the hospital and not doing well. She's been fighting cancer for a long time now, and even relapsed shortly after I met her, but she returned during the summer looking and feeling much better. We even talked about the possibility of her and her family coming to Kumoricon next year because she really wanted to see and experience all the things I told her about.
I haven't been to bead group in months because of school. My schedule had me in class on Tuesdays during the time. As such I haven't seen Moria since September.
According to mom and the email she received, there's a chance she might not come back from it this time. I can't visit until Friday if I can even work up the courage to do so (I hate, hate, HATE hospitals and I feel sick even thinking about being in one), since I have school and all.
If I wasn't so behind I'd skip today just... because. But I'm gonna go and hopefully won't feel like I'm gonna cry at any second.
