Obviously, I was a little speechless in my last entry. I still am. It hasn't sunk in, and I don't think it will until the funeral. I've never been to a funeral (or a wedding for that matter), and I certainly didn't think my first would be his. He was the youngest adult of my family; active, fit, and always so alive. I don't want to drone on in here, but this is by far the worst school holidays I'll ever go through. It's a shame that they're my last. I'm lucky that I have friends that are extremely supportive of me. I'll be okay.