Remember remember the fifth of November.

Most all of my friends know about the legendary Guy Fawks mainly from the movie V for Vendetta. But seldom of my friends know that on this day the fifth of November which is famous for the gunpowder treason and plot, don't know that nine years ago I had the most tramatic experiance of my life. For me the fifth on november shall never be forgot. I'm having trouble putting it down on here as to what happend. Its something that is very privet for me and I don't openly talk about it. I seldom get a day where this event dosn't haunt my dreams and innermost thoughts.

His name was Norman Swanson, he was my grandfather and today the only one I call my true grandfather. I was 12. I haven't been to his grave in nine years, I should have done that today. But I didn't and why? Because I'm one of thouse people that are slightly OCD I have to do things on intervles of 5. If I celebrate something its usualy on an intervle of 5. So in my head the ninth year of my grandfather's death isn't as significant as the tenth would be. thats completly horrable. Forgive me.

My Grandma Swanson, Aunt Debbie, Cousins Mandy and Joe (reffered to as James previously), and myself stood witness to his transformation from physical to energy. It was not a pleasant passing to say the least. I think thats all I say on that.

I'll talk about Halloween and all that stuff on a diferent blog, but this one gose out to my grandfather.

I miss you grandpa
Love Jake.

See ya'll next time
JD

I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.