When family isn't family

Without going into extreme detail, I have truly come to the conclusion that some family, isn't really family at all. My Uncle Bob is the best person who I can describe when it comes to matters like this. He's anti social, doesn't care about me or my sister at all, and kinda tries to make our lives miserable. Brooklyn and I approached him asking for help for a certain situation. He has turned this into a bigger deal than it needs to be, and it's becoming a problem for us.

So now Brooklyn and I are stuck trying to find a place to live in Salt Lake, and not in the manner of which we would have preferred. I hate the idea of renting more. I found us a nice apartment, not too expensive, they will allow our dog, but it's farther way from the U than we would have liked.

I guess beggars can't be choosers, but it doesn't mean that I have to like this any less.

Daddy

Going into the night, I knew it would be a rough one for me. Brooklyn and Drill Team have just gone hand in hand for the past four years. It is hard to imagine not traveling to attend all of her competitions. It also is hard because Kara Lynne is done now, and she has left such a legacy, not on at Wasatch, but in the entire dance community. I already knew I would cry, but not like I did by the time the night was over.

I feel lucky that my dad's best friend lives in Midway. Ernie's daughters have become close with not only me, but Brooklyn too. Tori is a cheerleader for Wasatch and performed a routine at the Spectacular tonight. Ernie not only came, but took the time to talk to my mom, Brooklyn, and me. He cried with us as we talked about dad, how we all miss him, how he would be proud of us, and so much more. I didn't think I could let something like that get to me in that way. It's nice knowing that someone knew my dad, before he had his problems, and could help me and my sister. Nothing is ever going to take the pain away, but it's amazing knowing that someone knows how we feel.