I forgot to post that my grandfather died on December 3, 2004. I wish he were still alive because he would always tell jokes and make me laugh. I haven't spoken to him for about 2 years because my dad and I had a fight and stuff went on in my life so I stopped going to his house and such including talking (my parents are divorced). So anyways my grandpa's memorial service was on Tuesday. I knew my father and all his family would be there that I honestly cannot stand. But I loved my grandfather and decided to stick it out and meet my past because it was going to happen at some time in my life. So we get to the church and take our seats...I choose not to be a part of the family. The service was very nice and I almost started to cry alittle. Then when it was over and the family was leaving my grandmother who I love to death came out of the crowd to give me a hug. My cover was blown. Then like some of the family started to ask if I remembered them and such. So we go to reception and I great my granny and tell her I love her. Then my mom walked away for a split second to go and say something to someone and like a herd of cattle, everyone was all over me. Asking for hugs and stuff like that. My dad totally avoided me until everyone else was over where I was and had to come and say hi for the first time in almost 3 years. After that he like walked off....it pisses me off. All he could say was hi thats it. I see how much I'm worth in his book. Then Janet's (stepmom) askes my mom for a hug and Sarah, a cousin, asks me to walk with her. So she leads me into the hall and says your dad loves you, you know that right. I'm like ya, sure. Then she said I should give him a call sometime like what happened was my fault. I was about to explode on her and tell what was up/the truth not a lie that she probably got. Just in time my mom saved me by saying I had winterguard. Thankyou mom!

So ya, that was what it was like. I never knew a funeral could make me so mad.....I thought I was supposed to be sad, not mad.