I went to my niece's brother and sister in law's funeral on Saturday. If you live close you know the story. The DeLeon's eere gunned down by Heidi's ex-husband on my birthday Sunday, January 6th. It was heart wrenching. I could barely make it to the gravesite. I hate funerals. Especially trauma based deaths.
My dad is turning 80 in February. He fell today and broke his pelvic/hip bone. I am stuck here feeling guilty because it is sale time and I am knee deep in our bull sale catalog. Life never seems to slow down. I am sooooo tired.
