Even though I still don't feel about writing about this, I will.

Yesterday was the second anniversary of my dad's death. It was made all the weirder by the fact that my mom was in the hospital most of the day for tests. She has this infection -- primarily in her joints -- and they can't quite figure out what's causing it. It wasn't really a good day for her to be surrounded by doctors and nurses and such. Needless to say, the more I thought about it, the more it freaked me out.

You know what, I actually really don't feel like writing about this, so I'm not going to.

My mom will be fine, the timing of this was just too eerie though.