Oh my god, I'm still in shock. My mom just died and this seems to be the only thing keeping me sane. I know it seems weird, me typing just hours after my mom passing away, but seriously, I think I'd be going postal if I wasn't. We're in the hotel room right now because me, my sisters, and my dad just couldn't handle being in the house after the ME took the...body away. I know it's a crazy ideal, but I can't help believing that my mom's up in heaven right now, watching us from above. She'd been sick for a really long time, like really sick, like she had this flesh-eating thing going on, and I'm glad that she's not in anymore pain, but I'm fucking pissed at god for letting her go so soon. There were a bunch of people in our house for a couple hours, some people we hadn't even talked to in years suddenly coming into our house and acting sad. I think most of them were kind of expecting it. I think what scared me the most was my dad nearly had a nervous breakdown when we were waiting for some people to come. His shoulder were all hunched up, his eyes were wild, he was pacing around the house. But as people came, he calmed down. Oh god, when I had to tell my sister. She was at a fucking sleepover and we had to pick her up. I told her in the car and she totally broke down. I mean like breakdown breakdown. I nearly cried again myself.