Whiiiiine

The funeral is in the morning.

It is going to be such a long day and I am no where near prepared enough to handle it.

First is the viewing, then the funeral, then the burial, then a luncheon at church.

Long long long long day.

I'm going to be a wreck all throughout it and I'm probably going to continue to be a wreck after it.

I've been trying to figure out how to prepare myself for this, but I just can't seem to.

I've had friends pass away and I've made it through those trials, but this is someone that accepted me into her family right away and someone that meant the world to people that I love very much.

I guess I'm just going to have to suck it up and try my hardest to stay strong throughout the course of events tomorrow.

It would be so much easier if it were broken up into pieces, instead of one big long ordeal...

Ugh, I disgust myself with how selfish this post sounds.

blah.

My heart is breaking for Haiti.

It is insane to think that Lydia could have been there and could have died if she had not come home from Haiti, after four months, in December.

I am so grateful that she is here and that she is safe.

I just pray that we hear from her dear friends there soon and that they are okay.

We've heard from some, but not all.

I can see that it is really eating her up and I wish that there was something that I could do to make it even a little bit easier on her.

I really hope that we get through to Elage soon, she seems most worried about him and his safety.

I feel sick.

I can't tell if it's just from the nerves I have about the funeral or if I'm actually getting sick, due to the lovely flu pukey thingy that's been spreading through the house.

If tomorrow could be over... That would be simply marvelous.