Just When You Think it Can't Get Worse

So I've decided to write on here cause I know I need to get some feelings out. This last week was going really good until Friday morning. During first period the teachers were told to immediately check their email. Then about ten minutes later it is announced over the intercom that Tyler Blyel had committed suicide that morning and that preparations were being made for his funeral. First, I thought, that is so sad, I'm glad I did not know him. Then after first period I saw Brady in the hall and he was upset. He asked if I had heard the news and wondered why I wasn't upset. Then he told me that Tyler Blyel was the Tyler in our government class who was in our study group. The awesome kid who made that class fun and interesting and had been Brady's friend since fourth grade. The kid who had talked to me and given me a high five because we won the class contest just hours before he took his life. I couldn't believe it. I broke down in tears and the whole weekend got worse from there. I have seminary fourth period that day, so when I walked in my teacher noticed me crying. Then as the whole class came in he knew we were all upset about what had happened. We talked about suicide and he helped us to understand what it all meant and then we sang God Be With You Til We Meet Again. I have never felt the spirit so strong and have never cried so hard, atleast at that point. Well the weekend went on, I had guard all day, performed at the homecoming game, went to the game, we lost, went to bed crying that night, woke up and went to guard, performed at the competition, won second place, went to dinner with the Lunt's, and came home and was told to put on my shoes and my jacket becuase I had to go look at something outside. As I walked outside with Cass, Mom, Dad, and Brady, I couldn't imagine what could be so important and out by the swing set in the corner. Then Mom shined light on a new rock and cassady screamed and then I realized.....my dog was under there. He had died and no one had told me til he was gone. Then Mom told us the story and how he had died that morning outside my window and how he had yelped and she was sure I had heard it but was happy I slept through it. I couldn't believe this had happened. First my friend and now my dog, who is next? Does Heavenly Father just love making me miserable and cry? Of course I knew this was not the answer but it sure felt like it. So when I went to church today I was so happy to hear talks about perserverence and trials and to feel the spirit and be reminded that I am loved and that everything can work out and will soon. I just have to have the right attitude this week and honor the memory of tyler and rusty by living right.