Okay, so that title was cliche. But it's TRUE. I just bought my last three Christmas gifts and went to a funeral earlier in the day. Relax, peoples that know me. If it had been someone you knew, I would have called you. None of you have met my great, great aunt. I didn't even really know her. By the time I was born, her Alzheimer’s had already set in. I don't think she remembered who I was the last time we visited. She hardly remembered her own kids on good days. So, I guess I'm kind of glad she's gone. At least now, she's not suffering anymore. I really wish I could have met her before she got sick, though. She was an English teacher at Morgantown High. I'm sure we would have had a lot to talk about.

And to lessen the depressing-ness of this journal, I'll add this:

Rest in peace, Sara Stevens Lee. Yes, Sara Lee was really her name. Feel free to joke about it. We all did at the funeral and apparently, even she thought it was funny.