My biological fathers dad had passed away on Sunday. I took the bus to SJ on Tuesday, mom had called Sam at home and told him to tell me to take the bus down instead of her driving up to get me Wednesday morning. He met me at school, which was very nice. We then rushed home and packed, Sam bought us some pizza for supper. Then we took the bus to SJ, well when I was purchasing my ticket my visa didn't go through right so the guy wrote me up a free ticket. So we got home and mom was at the bus stop waiting for us. We dropped Sam off at his parents house, then we went home. Wednesday, mom and I got up and got ready, went and picked Sam up and went to the funeral parlour. There were all these people I didn't know from a whole in the ground saying "oh, Krista, our little miracle". I smiled and was poliute. Inside I was thinking"what!! you don't even know me!! you didn't even know my name until I introduced myself!!" "OUR" little miracle. Whatever. I did get to see my sister though, which made it worth going home. Living in different cities and having very different schedules doesn't make it easy to see one another. We spent some time after the funeral at Tim Hortons talking about when we were kids and stuff. I'm starting to remember bits and pieces of my child hood in the last year or two. It's nice.I got home and realized that I have a research assignment due tomorrow. I checked my email and my proff, whom I has emailed Monday about missing class for a funeral, and it turned out that she ssaid that I could have an extension and just to let her know if I needed one. I skipped my soc of the family class this morning and Sam and I went to lunch at the Coffee Mill. It was nice. I went to my adult courts class and was walking home with my friend Amy when a guy from the same class pulled over and asked if we wanted a drive. I took him up on the offer and arrived home very dry. It was nice. Anyway I'm going to go work on the research project, and possibly take a bath....mom gave me some nice vanilla bath salts....:)