I'm feeling pretty calm about it. I think it's my grandma. I don't know if I've mentioned it here, but I believe my grandma is my guardian angel. She died when I was nine. I don't think I'd have managed to do as many stupid things as I've done without her watching out for me. I can defenitly feel her looking out for me right now. It's snowing, and I feel like she's making it snow to comfort me. It was snowing when we came up here for her funeral, so having it snowing now seems appropriate.
I don't thank her enough.
The funeral is on Friday. It'll probably all hit me like a ton of bricks at that time, but for now, I'm okay.
