Drained...

I am finally home after a very long couple of days. Monday morning I headed down south for a funeral. My cousin Xenia and her three daughters were in a horrible accident, her 14 yr old daughter Kassandra was killed, and her youngest daughter Lexi is in an induced coma. Luckily her 10 yr old daughter Arianna had only road rash and bumps and bruises, and Xenia had 11 broken bones. It was a devistating accident for our whole family. The only good thing about the weekend was to see LOTS of family. Despite the distance between us, and how few times a year we see eachother, its refreshing to see how tight knit my family really is. We headed down to Douglas monday evening for a rosery they were having, and it was so sad to see all the middle school kids there upset because they lost their friend. And to see my cousin Xenia all banged up but so strong. The rosary was very nice and we got to hang out afterwards at my Uncle Zeke's house. Here is Porter and I with my Nana, who will be 90 this August! My dad (top far left) and his mom and siblings. My Uncle Dulces is the only one missing.

A few of my cousins, Xenia and her daughter Arianna sitting next to my Nana.

The next morning we had to head down to Agua Prieta Mexico for the funeral. One of my best friends that I have known all my life Marlee was so generous and watched Porter ALL day long so that I didnt have to take him to Mexico...because lets be honest, Mexico is kind of scary. The funeral was very nice and the church it was in was huge....and FREEZING...but Kassy looked absolutely beautiful. She looked JUST like her mom. My scanner isnt working or I would scan in a picture I have of her that they gave out at the funeral.

I was also lucky enough to catch some type of the flu this week as well. I felt it coming on monday when we were heading down for the rosery, but I tried to talk myself out of it. But tuesday morning I could no longer deny it. I felt like CRAP ran over by a MAC truck not once...not twice...but three million times. I only made it through the funeral because I didnt have to worry about Porter. Then last night when I got home Marlee took my temp and it was just under 102. NO WONDER I felt like crap. Anyways, I am finally home now and I am feeling mentally, emotionally, and physically drained. Big thanks to Marlee for watching Porter, nursing me back to health with the Emergen-C and gatorade, and for allowing me to stay at her house!! Even though we didnt get to hang out and talk as much as I would have liked, it was still fun. Thanks Wadd!! Now I just have to get myself 100% by tomorrow for my volleyball finals....wish me luck!!