My grandfather is officially gone. I am home now, still wearing my black dress and tights, I should change because my dress is getting wrinkled as I write from under my covers, but I don't care and I'm too tired to move.
Last night Lauren thankfully did not snore because she bought breathe right strips just for me! We had a laugh about that. It really works! After the wake we came home and were all a little punchy. We sat around our tiny but cute kitchen and snacked on foods that the neighbors brought. Then at midnight my sister pulled out her old clarinet and began honking away on it. I thought my parents who were in the next room were going to yell at us for goofing off so late, but they didn't. She scared the dog something awful with all her honking and it was hilarious! Then in the middle of the night, Lily (the dog) jumped on us. All 85lbs, of her. We scrambled to push her off the bed and I felt bad, because she just wanted to be close to us, but as it was the two of us are almost cramped in this bed together.
Today has been a very long day. The funeral and family lunch to follow was long. But it was good to be together. My grandfather was in the Navy and so seeing my grandmother receive the American flag properly folded into a tight triangle on behalf of the Secretary of State for his service was pretty emotional. They also had bagpipes playing Amazing Grace and at that point, I couldn't keep it together anymore.
A strange thing, death. How it's a part of life. If I can say one good thing about it, is that it reminds me to redeem the time while there is still time. And how we never really know how much time we've got.
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