I'm doing a bit better, thanks. The funeral was yesterday. They tied messages for my grandfather to some balloons and released them in the park. I think it was a really sweet idea. I'm thinking about doing something like that myself, to say goodbye. I talked to my grandmother and she's a wreck, but my aunt will be bringing my grandma home with her to California, probably for a few months. I think it'll be good for her to get away for a while, and my aunt does a lot of her work from home so they'll be able to spend a lot of time together.

As for my mood, it fluctuates. I'm forcing myself to stick to as much of my routine as I can, although at times it's been hard. I've been able to get to my classes and get through most of my work. I talked to my mom and told her I didn't go to class the morning after I got the news about my grandpa and she said, "Why not? Should I be concerned?" I'm not really sure what she meant by that and I didn't ask. She's a much tougher person than me. It would be nothing -- and has been nothing in the past -- for her to go back to work right after a loss like that, but I think that I needed time to fall apart. We process things differently. I'm not as put-together as my mother. But I do think I'm coming to terms with it. Today I felt like I could really breathe again, just for a few minutes, since I got the news. Maybe tomorrow, the weight will lift again for a little while longer.

Thank you all for your support. It means a lot to me, and I don't know what I'd do without you.