New.

This blog is new. I just came from using LJ, but I think that blogspot is easier to use. I had one before, you can check it out here.

This is kind of a cheesy, sappy story, but I have to tell it on all of my blogs because it's an important part of who I am/my blogs.

The title of my blog came from the song Almost Here by The Academy Is.... The lyric "our time is almost here" relates back to their first album Almost Here, which I absolutely adore and it's my favorite album to date. This song is the final track on the album, which holds a special meaning to me.

That album means a lot to me, not because it's amazing and The Academy Is... is my favorite band. My grandfather died this past March, and during the last week of his life, I couldn't take my TAI... playlist off repeat. They mean so much to me and they helped keep me sane, and they put a smile on my face when times were tough. I remember the night of March 17th, 2008, when my mother got a phone call from my grandma. My grandpa had been in the hospital/hospice since January 31st, and was very ill. My grandma said that my grandpa was having a tough night. So my mom put on her coat and got ready to leave to go to the hospice. I wanted to go with her like always, because I wanted to be with my grandpa, even though it made me sick to see him the way he was. But I didn't say anything and watched my mother go.

I was so scared that this was going to be the night that my grandpa finally died, the same sick fear that I had felt every day during his sickness. When my mom left, I grabbed my ipod and sat on the stairs. Almost Here was the first song that popped up. And that song helped me accept that it was time for my grandpa to die. It was like he was speaking to me for the last time. He seemed to be telling me that his time was coming, and that I needed to be brave.

So listen up.
I worked in daylight feeding fashion to housewives.
For just this once, I'll take my chances on truck stops and state lines.
Go ahead and tell them again.
Well I think that I know that they won't remember.
Go ahead and tell them twice.
Yeah, twice is nice, but three times is just right.

Hey, hey now we're almost home.
I'm missing you to death, but it's all for the best, I know.
Hey, hey we're not far from home.
I've got my pride, and I'll let you sleep tonight.

So listen up.
My old friends have been dropping like houseflies.
The smoking gun still sits in my pocket and I know how to use it.
Go ahead and tell them again.
Well I think that I know that I won't forgive them
for turning their backs when we started to get busy.
Yeah twice is fine, but three times is just right.

Hey, hey now we're almost home.
I'm missing you to death, but to each his own.
Hey, hey we're not far from home.
I've got my pride, and I'll let you sleep tonight.

Hey, hey now we're almost home.
I'm missing you to death, missing you to death.
Hey, hey we're not far from home.
I'll swallow my pride and push back my seat tonight.

I'm on my feet.
This isn't like us anyway.
I'm running...
Our time is almost here.

That night, I finally accepted the fact that it was time for him to go.
He died at 8:45 AM the next morning.