Following the fire, I spent an entire day in a haze.  I must have still been in shock.  But my trials were not over yet.  That night, I slept on the couch at my moms house.  Brian had spent the evening with Nate, so he was not there with me.  At about 3 in the morning on saturday, my dad came down to wake me.  He told me that my Grandpa had passed away.  In disbelief at the timing of such a shocking turn of events, I replied, "are you kidding me?"  How horrible a response, but I was in utter shock.  How could it be that Grandpa had gone?  He was the healthy one, the strong one.   The next morning, Melissa, Curtis, and I drove to Boise to be with Grandma for a short while, spent the night at our cousin's house, and came home, only to return the following tuesday for his funeral.  Over the weekend I managed to force the third of 3 heartbreaking events by putting Thor in a race on sunday afternoon, in which he bowed his tendon due to the rush in putting his shoes on.  On Tuesday, Brian and I and our kids drove to Boise for Grandpa's funeral.  It was heartbreaking to see him, but it was even more heartbreaking to see my grandma alone, though she was surrounded by her kids, she ached.