When the dust settles

So, the funeral was wonderful... everything a funeral should be, the family pulled together and behaved like a good family should...
Okay, sorry, I couldn't keep a straight face any longer.
The truth is my family is nuts. Complete wack jobs. I can't give a complete account of everything that went on, because that would just take too long, and it's way too complicated unless you grew up in my family. In fact, I feel somewhat guilty that I'm even talking about it here because I know my poor dad would be mortified to know that all of cyberspace is now privvy to our family affairs... ah, but it's not like anyone ever actually reads this thing anyway. I have a site meter, I know who browses and who just happen to stumble across this mess on accident. But for my dad's sake, I'll still keep the family revelations to a minimum.
I'm glad that the worst of it is over. There will still be some shit to clean up (or sweep under the rug), but thankfully I'm not going to be involved in that. I feel bad for my dad because it's his nutty family that's putting him through this, and he has some pent up anger because of it, but I can only hope that once the dust settles, he'll be able to live with what he has left. There are about 150 +/- people on that side of the family, so if he still remains close with just a fraction of that, he'll be just fine.
As for me, I'm back to school and trying to find my groove, same as before I left last week. I don't think I'm any closer to London than I was three months ago, so I'm still trying to figure things out. I really DON'T want to ask my brother for more money because he's helped me out enough lately, and, unfortunatley, I really AM too proud to go crawling to my big brother... I'll set up a pay pal account and ask complete strangers for donations before I do that.
Oh yeah...