Number 94.

That's not a reference to how many times I've blogged, or even the number of blogs written. It's a number to a survey, a question.

"Who was the last person to say 'I Love You' to you?"

I sat, and stared for a very long time. I honestly could not remember. I thought back to when my grandparents were alive, and I think that was the last time I heard it. Before the disease and the hospitals. Before the ICUs, before the hospices. Before the surgeries, before the not seeing them, ever.

6 years, and possibly longer than that, is a long time to go without hearing it.

*And a single tear came out his eye.*

Maybe I'm reading too much into this. I've been known to do that. I wrote a post on my myspace about how much I hate the holidays, but nobody read it. Of course, what it really might be is that people don't like coming here, because it's too hate-filled for them. It's not hate, it's annoyance, mixed with sarcasm and humor.