Its good to be home, even though I feel out of place everywhere I go. But church was good this morning, Ken's preaching is one of the things I miss the most. But after church I went over to Grandma and Poppi's. Poppi has been down recently and so of course mine and Chucky's smiling faces have just gotta brighten his day. I went and laid in bed with him awhile then went out to talk to Grandma. She told me of how this morning he kissed her and told her he loved her three times right in a row. Then she about started crying when she was talking about if he had to go to the hospital. Is our generation gonna get to know that kind of love at all. How many of us are actually gonna get 60 years with our spouse? Last year Grandma was in the hospital for a week and Poppi is so used to her serving him that he didn't know you can't put a metal pot in the microwave. Now girls aren't really taught to serve their husbands cause that just might mean the men are wearing the pants and we can't have that. But don't get me started on how feminist killed romance. Will our generation of wanting whats fast and easy, our generation of I can't work for anything or care about one thing, I must keep my options open, I must be independent otherwise I could get hurt ever going to know what it feels like to be 80 years old and not know what we're gonna do without the person we fell in love with in our 20's.