I flew home this past weekend to attend my grandpa's funeral service. It was good to see my family, although it was a little overwhelming; there were over 280 people at the service. It was hard to make small talk for several hours with virtual strangers who all seemed to know who I was. The service itself was really nice, and I got to see a different side of my grandpa through the stories his close friends told. I thought it was funny and entirely appropriate that my grandpa's broker spoke at the funeral; money was one of the few things that my grandpa cared about, apart from his family and beer.
I was really glad that I got to spend a little time with my grandma; I'm sure it's extremely hard for her, although I imagine that it's a little bit of a relief, too. My grandpa had a really bad month, and my grandma spent a lot of her time making very difficult decisions. It's a big change for my grandma; she married my grandpa right out of high school, so she's never been on her own before. When A and T came to pick me up from my grandma's house, she walked me out and as we were walking down the front steps she asked me tipsily, "Is it okay that I've had a lot of wine?" I told her that I thought she was entitled to a few glasses of wine at this point.
I know that it was my grandpa's time to go; he'd suffered a lot this past month, and he was ready in every way possible.
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When my mom told me, I could hardly believe it. It was just one of those things where its like the last time I saw him he was fine (mind you its been several years) and its hard to think of him not in the same condition. you know? I was sad to hear it and I hope that your family has gotten the card that mine sent. Em this is me giving you a hug from bellingham to walla walla :) i love you!
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