So, my grandfather died last night.
To be honest, it’s not even his death that’s on my mind right now. The long car ride to Birmingham with my family is what’s causing me stress.
My mom and sister have been fighting all morning. My sister insists that she’s not going (and is right now crying on the phone about it), and of course, my mother insists that she is. Cheryl says that no one cares how she feels, Mom says that she’s gonna do the right thing.
Maybe I SHOULD just drive my own car.