Death & Missing

So, my Grandmother (the one that's been terminal for a few months now) passed away monday night/tuesday morning. Unfortunately I couldn't physically (and honestly mentally) make it to the funeral, but my dad and mom's mom assure me it was a beautiful ceremony. I feel like I should feel worse about it, but in all honesty I didn't really know the woman, so for me, it's just as if a somewhat distant relative died. Affects me more than a stranger, but less than my immediate family.

Now, this morning I woke up to some other oh so fucking wonderful news. Apparently one of my college buddies has been missing since May 5th. Here's the news clip (and notice it's dated the fucking 16th of may, wtf? time lapse much?). So if you're anywhere up north, look for this cute korean chick otherwise known as JanePark (yes, one word). My mom assures me that sometimes no news is good news, but it's also a fact that the more time passes from the gone-missing-date, the less likely the chances of finding said person ;( I just hope she turns up alive and well, and it's all some big misunderstanding. But then again I've almost given up on hopeful wishing.

I love you JanePark