
This has been a very trying week. My grandmother passed away on Feb. 25th. She fell and hit her head and severed a vein in her brain and blead out. She was the only one left in her family. Her funeral was this weekend and I am still pretty upset. I went out last night to a work function and it seemed to keep my mind off of it. Why do we have to feel so much pain? When you are little you think your parents and grandparents are going to live forever. I will remember her and grandpa with all of the good memories and all of the things they taught me.


