The past two weeks!

Wow. I feel like it is has been a never ending race of emotions. I attended a funeral last Monday for a young girl who was killed in a bycicle accident. It was heart wrenching, I truely believe that mothers should never in their life have to burry their own children.

The wednesday following that funeral I got a phone call from my father in Vegas stating that my grandpa (his dad) was dying. It was a surreal feeling knowing that someone so close to me was not going to be living anymore. I was just up to his house a month ago dancing with him in his kitchen. I almost didnt believe what he had said.

the next morning he was on his way and got here from Vegas at about 4 pm on Thursday. He came and picked me up on his bike and we went to see my grandpa. The next 24 hours were filled with overwhelming emotions as I slowly watched my grandpa die. It was horrible. Some times I would get hope and think he might pull out of the pnemonia, other times I didnt think he was going to last another hour.

On Friday night we were all at my grandpas house and we all sat and held his hand as he struggled to hold onto life. My dad was unable to witness the scene so I decided to take him home to my house. Within the hour we got the phone call that my grandpa had passed away at 9:40 PM. We drove my dad to his house..and it was more than I could handle. Seeing my grandpa, colorless, no life, and no longer breathing is an image that will haunt me forever.

On Tuesday we burried my grandpa with a Navy Funeral at a local base. It was beautiful, but still hard to get a grasp that it was really happening. My Father left this morning and we are trying to get our life back on track. Unfortunatly that image of my grandpa is still intack and I often times find myself crying out of nowhere.

I just know this week will be better for Kurt and I as reality starts to set in and I start work again.

*Erica