Well, for anyone that hasn't heard yet, my grandpa died last Saturday night. It was just his time I think. Yesterday was his visitation and funeral in Illinois. B and I left Monday afternoon at 4:00 and then headed back home yesterday at around 5:00. Needless to say, we're tired. It was an interesting experience. My grandpa belonged to the Oddfellows so they officiated his funeral, and he was a vet so they played TAPS and folded up a flag out at the cemetery. I knew this stuff about my grandpa, but it's not really as I remember him. On a lighter note, here is the quote of the trip. This was said by B, in regards to the employees of a random Arby's. He was being impatient as we were waiting for our food at the drive thru. "They should be psychic and know that I have to pee like a peeing goat!" :)