I'm in Canada right now. My grandpa was in the hospital with leukemia and he got worse overnight so Saturday morning, at about 6, my mom woke us up and told us that we're going to Canada. We actually drove here, with my parents and I taking turns. I drove first because I always feel sick when I'm in a car, but not driving it. An hour into the drive, my aunt called and told us that my grandpa passed away. I haven't seen him in about 2-3 years and now he's gone. He was always asking about when we would go visit him, but we didn't make it in time. Now, the whole family's here and everything's crazy.
I wish I could stay longer, but because of school and the restaurant, my dad, my sister, and I are heading home Sunday morning (today). That doesn't give us much time here since we only got here at about 10 pm. My mom will be staying up here with the rest of the family to settle everything. She says that they're planning to have the funeral on the 20th, so we'll have to drive back up here then.
This whole day has been a mess. There were some times when I felt sad, and then others when I felt very neutral. I don't know, it just feels weird. It's hard to believe he's gone.
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