With lack of sleep and eyes irritated from the salt in my tears.. Everything was blurry for an hour yesterday. Mom went to the hospital. Bad damage..but no broken bones. Donnelle attacked me. Well.. it was a spiritual attack on me. I cant even begin to write what she said.. but she called me the next day and apologized. I broke down for the third time on the phone. One attack right after another. For anyone who actually reads the bible.. read the book of JOB. What happened to him is basically the same thing that happened to my mother and I. Check it out if you want. Family Crisis' are rare..but when they happen, my world shuts down. On the way home from school, mom wanted to know if I wanted to stay at Shannon's tonight, but she wanted to ask me first just to make sure. They wanted to take the right signs. I guess Judy had it heavy on her heart for us to be there.. but I said no. And mom said ok. Thats the right thing to do. Not knowing why.. but knowing there was a reason why we should have gone home. When we walked in mom asked, "Check on Sierra." So I looked out my window. "Is his head up or down?" "Down.. " I said, seeing no movement of his stomache moving up and down. He was so beautiful lying in the waves of grass and wild flowers. His auburn wavy hair shining in the sun. So peaceful. He was 16 years old. Born on Donnelle's birthday. We are burying him tomorrow. I love you Sierra Nevada. "That's why we needed to come home, baby."