Well, February 13 just turned into the worst day ever. I'm recovering from a badly sore throat, and I was asleep for about an hour and a half when my parents, who had been gone pretty much all day and night, called me upstairs. The mood was very solemn, and my thoughts were that maybe my dad had decided to sell his plant business after all of these years. Nope, it was even worse. It turns out one of my favorite uncles committed sucide last night (look at the clock). This may seem like a trivial reason to miss him, but he was the one who gave me my first can of Pepsi. Now, obviously I miss him because of way more than that, but that was always one of my favorite memories, and he was always just the best. It really hasn't hit yet...I guess I'll have to sleep on it. This is going to be a long weekend.