Hello world. I'm still here. I. am. depressed. There, I said it. And no, you shouldn't worry about me, because I'm okay and all, but I'm just being honest. I'm going on about my life just fine, but every now and then I hit a crying jag, and I've been having some weird-ass dreams.

Yesterday was Teresa's funeral. It was actually one of the best funerals I've ever been to. The pastor read some very applicable, comforting scripture. They played that song, "When I get Where I'm Going," which in my mind will be forever known as The Funeral Song. Ugh. I saw Teresa's sons for the first time in my life. They live in Washington, so I'd never met them. I wanted to tell them I was with their mom when she died, and I loved her very much, but I didn't. I didn't know how to.

Before everything began, my uncle John, Teresa's husband, hugged me and whispered in my ear that my mom had something for me. Turns out Teresa had decided some time ago that when she died, she wanted to leave certain pieces of her jewelry to my sisters and I. She left me her diamond earrings.

I am very thankful that this is Thursday, which means the weekend is almost here. I have plans to do a lot of cooking. Cooking is a very comforting activity for me. I'm planning to make a fancy little waldorf salad, complete with dried cherries and gorgonzola cheese. Watch out. Gourmet on the loose!

I'll end on a happy note, because I am totally being Debbie Downer here. Last night, for some reason, Bryan and I both felt like playing games on our cell phones before we went to sleep. So we laid there, in the dark on our bed, each playing our game. Then, I felt like singing. I asked Bryan if he minded, and he said no, he did not, so I sang a few songs out loud. Then, he did something crafty with his cell phone so that it started playing songs for me to sing to. So I sang, and he listened, and that's why I love him. :)