I flew to Dallas on the 30th to spend New Years with Beau and had a flight to Los Angeles on Saturday the 2nd. Well Grampa died on the 1st so I cancelled my ticket to LA and flew on Sunday (the last travel day of the holiday season) to Little Rock, AK, then to Chicago, then to LaGuardia. It took like 8 hours but I don't care because I really felt that I needed to be here for the funeral. It's so much colder here than last week and I am really dying to be back in LA but for now I'm gonna go help my family say goodbye to him. And then I won't blog anymore about depressing funerals. I miss you!
