Today was definitely not a good day. at all. A lot of tears where shed from me -- and for various reasons.
I went to the viewing of Mr. Hanlons body this afternoon with Melissa. I thought I'd be strong. I didn't know the man well enough, but enough to pay my respects. As we were nearing the room that held the casket, there was a TV playing with pictures of Mr. Hanlon with his wife and kids. And video clips of his wedding, various school events, interviews, etc. That did it, me and Melissa were crying from that point until we left the room. I hate funeral homes more that anything. The only other funeral home I've been to that I've actually viewed the body, was my great grandpas a couple years ago.
And really. Mr. Hanlon's death has scared me more than anything else. Why? He turned 46 January 3rd. My father will be 46 June 3rd. Mr. Hanlons father died of a heart attack at the age of 46. My dads father died of a heart attack at the age of 49. I don't wanna think about it. It scares me to no end to know these things. If I ever lost my dad, I honestly don't know what I'd do.
And right now my parents are pissed at me. My cars locks were acting up and the drivers side door wouldn't close. So of course I freaked out, and cried some more, and screamed and what not. It's fixed now. But they can't understand why I was so upset. I never have luck in the car department.
I think I am too emotional now about the whole day. They don't know that. How can I explain that the main reason for my crying episode is worry for my own father? I just can't.
I have physics homework that needs done. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day..
