So Wednesday morning, my dad and I had to wake up early to prepare a $1400+ catering order. We were running back and forth and it was so tiring. We had another one after that, though not as big. I originally planned to finish the order and then head to class, but we were running late so I couldn't make it.
We closed early that night and headed home to shower and pack up for our trip back to Canada. I drove for about 2-3 hours. I wanted to drink my Red Bull and drive longer, but my dad wouldn't let me.
After many breaks here and there, we finally arrived around 1 pm. From there, we got ready to head to my grandpa's funeral. My grandma looked really sad the whole time. When we finally got to the funeral home, she broke down crying and we were all standing there watching her. I don't know what made me cry more, seeing her like that, or seeing my grandpa lying there. He looks so different from when I last saw him, much thinner than before. The whole thing lasted for hours, my sister and I crying on and off. At one point, I had to escort each kid out one at a time to sneak them some chocolate because they were hungry.
We have to wake up early tomorrow for the burial so that's all I'll write about for now.
I am so sorry! :(
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