The past week and a half has been the shittiest. Ever. First. My grandfather dies. Totally unexpected. He fell down some stairs and hit his head. Not bad right? Well, just so happens, he had some bleeding going on in his brain. Doctors think he didn't feel pain when he fell because by time he got to the bottom, he was brain dead and barely breathing. We put him on life support on Saturday night. Sunday night at 10:30, we took him off life support. 10:43, he was dead. That was pretty shitty. Still trying to get over it. Then, come to find out, was his and my late grandmother's 25th wedding anniversary. So we think he held on until he could be with her. Anyway, on their anniversary, My...what do I call him? NonSignificant other? Yeah, anyway, I got into a fight with...His buddy? Yeah, John. But anyway, he's not talking to me. And like a fool, I got his name tattooed on the inside of my left ankle. Don't know what to do about it. AND! I had to go shopping for the funeral and while I was away, my friend Zach broke his ankle and had to have surgery. Also, the funeral planning is shit. It'll be a miracle if we all survive it. Still can't believe he's gone. Funeral's This Friday. Viewing 10am - 12pm and graveside funeral is 1pm. We're burying him next to my grandmother. Gregory Allan Clodfelter R.I.P