Well, I have not entered on my blog in quite sometime. I must say that I've been busy and sick. I haven't been motivated enough to make an entry I suppose. I have to say that it's been an interesting week so far. Thank God tomorrow is Friday. Not to say this week was bad, but I am very tired, I've had a headache since I got sick, and I'm ready for some rest. As you the reader probably know, my family was within the voluntary evacuation, some readers, in fact, are my family. I left work and helped them load up and go to my house. My dad stayed behind for a few reasons. He's dedicated to his work, which is part of my family's livelihood, and he didn't think anything was going to happen. He stayed behind so a guy could come by and pick up his bike, the last one he had to move, but then he decided, because it was clearing up, that there probably wasn't going to be any danger. Ultimately, there wasn't. The day was tough though because my Great Grandpa passed away during the night before, and my mom and grandma didn't get any sleep. It's pretty amazing that I went and saw him out of the blue, and then he went so soon afterward. I had to leave from our visit because I got a call from my supervisor to go onto the computer and keep the water levels as high as possible because of a possible power outage that was scheduled (it never happened). I was covering call that weekend for my co-worker, Sam. I'm not upset for having to leave, it was my responsibility, but I can say that I really didn't want to. My Grandpa asked me to come back more often, I hadn't seen him in months, and I said I would. I really didn't think that was going to be the last time I saw him, but it was. I was feeling extremely sad because he wasn't saved, or so I thought. It turns out, that one of his daughters, who came out to visit a while back, had planned on getting him to get saved. She said she'd call and let people know what happened when she got home, but she didn't call. Well, it turned out that she just forgot to call, but she got him to say the sinner's prayer. He was saved, and I haven't got it in my heart to doubt her. I have to believe that I'm going to see him again, so I know it has to be true. My Grandpa will always be alive in my memories as long as I live, and so will his stories. I think we can just about recite them, so please, recite them. Anyhow, the fire was brought under control, the evacuation orders were lifted, and everything's pretty much back to normal for us. In closing tonight, I just want to say, no matter what you thought Grandpa was guilty of, it's not worth holding a grudge over, and every good thought you have, or had, bring that out, because most of the things that we saw and didn't like were the distortions of age. Not many people understand that age changes a person's personality. My Grandpa showed that old personality of who he really was more than the other things, and I think we all need to remember that part of him. He was a good man, and we need to remember that and all the great times we had with him. I love you all, and thanks for reading.