Grandma died Friday night. Mom went down to Bountiful to be with her dad on Saturday and she's spending the whole week down there. Its a good thing Trevor and Tiffany live close by. I was a bit worried about my mom driving down there, I'm sure she was still kind of in shock when she left. Dad's been grumpy and irritable ever since mom left and hasn't been in a good mood. The ladies that are the new Relief Society presidency stopped by after church yesterday, and the boys from the ward delivered carnations since it was Mother's day. They asked how Mom's doing, asked about Grampa and his health and such. Sister Douglass said she saw me in the parade and noticed my ''stiff upper lip'' as she put it; she said it must have been hard to do a parade and gave me a big hug. I had a hard time trying not to cry, but I managed to blink back the tears until about ten minutes later. Mom called before lunch and talked to Dad. Said the funeral is set for Friday, and that she's spending the week down there. She wanted all of us to come down too, but Dad's car isn't working for some reason, and I was pretty sure Shauna wasn't going to want to drive down. She wanted us to bring her some pajamas and her thyroid medication, and Dad was bugged because he didn't see why she didn't just take it with her when she left Saturday. I don't understand why he's being so mean, he growled at her when they were on the phone and said "thank goodness" when she said she was going to be gone all week. Then he started growling at me because I was sort of reprimending him for being mean--she just lost her mother, for goodness sake, he could stand to be a little nicer.