The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

 Today is Tuesday. December the seventh, two-thousand and ten. And Today is the worst day I've had in a VERY long time. I feel so bogged down and depressed today. In the short span of time that exists between Saturday the fourth of December and today, the seventh, I have lost two people near and dear to my heart. One was a good friend from high school. He was one of my first friends after I transfered to Seminole, and he always had a way to make me smile. He was wise beyond his years. And he loved God and held fast to his faith better than most of us I would think. He was like a brother to me my first awkward years of high school. And I regret not staying in better contact with him while he was still here. I still can't stop the tears when I talk about him. He was one hell of a guy. I missed a good friend's wedding because of it.
  Sunday morning, I woke up with some very angry wisdom teeth and a canker sore. I've been running a low fever off and on since Sunday night. So all of Monday I spent down and out, trying to get better. This morning, I woke up, and drove to Seminole to take my baby sister to a doctor's appointment, where reality dealt me a swift blow to the gut by reminding me that she's not so little anymore....after leaving the office, in much pain from feeling unwell, I arrived to my parents house only to get into a fight with my brother and realize that I had to go back to town because I forgot to get a doctors note for my sister. So we went back to town; ran some errands; and on the way home, I receive a call from my mom telling me my grandpa has taken a turn for the worse and is completely unresponsive. So when I got to my folks house again, to more fighting, I had a mini break down.

I went back to Ada. I went to my boyfriends, and I zoned out for a while. Then my dad calls. My grandpa passed away today.

Trials are meant to make a person stronger...fire forges stronger iron, yes? I hope so. I don't feel strong. I feel broken down and bone weary from it all. I just want to curl up somewhere and cry; for the loss of a friend; for the loss of my grandpa....I just feel like a good cry...or several..is in order.
 A wise man told me that it's not the test, but the result of the test and what you decide to make of yourself through it that matters. For tonight...I think I'll make myself some hot cocoa, and maybe cuddle a bit with my boyfriend.

Thanks for indulging my rant, everyone.