My halo is broken now and I'm all that's left

So I guess I haven't written anything for awhile. Or I probably have, I just don't remember.
So I've been all flu-ish for the past few days, which wasn't very pleasant. I've also been spending some quality time with Chelsea and Cale, since we were all SNOWED IN for the long weekend (pro-d days). Chelsea and I honed our cheesy computer game skills, and we taught Cale how to play seek and find video games. He's addicted now.
I also haven't seen any of my friends since last week, because they were all snowed in, too. Carlye barely made it home from work, and her store was the only one open all weekend. Michelle got snowed in at her dad's house with her brother and sister so she actually almost didn't make it through the weekend. Enough talk of snow, though. It all melted yesterday and now we're back to good ol' British Columbia rain.
Today I get to go out for lunch with my dad, which is neat. I'm kind of bummed that he can't have christmas with the rest of the family this year, but I understand that he's just not ready for that. It's 21 days til Christmas (I know this thanks to Sarah Latour's constantly updated MSN status) and I'm pretty excited (but don't tell anyone, it'll ruin my rep).
I get to see The Aunts and my Oma and Opa. It's going to be weird celebrating without Grandma, but I'm just excited irregardless. Although I doubt Isla and Ewan remember me (or if Ewan ever actually notices my presence) I'm SO stoked to see them. As much as I enjoy my life in Nanaimo. nothing quite beats family. My life here is new and everything it contains is current. All of my memories here don't stretch past grade eleven. My family knew me before my memories were even formed, and they can help me piece together my past that I'm so unsure of. Plus, The Aunts love telling embarrassing stories about me when I was growing up, and unlike when I was six, I like to hear them.
It also doesn't hurt that they have some pretty amazing stories of my mom, too. Not just the hugging, cookie-baking, Christmas-party-planning mom, but the one that existed well before she was "Mom".
The mom that I never really got to know...
and that's a beautiful thing.