I love being home with my family. We are all here together and amidst the heartache of losing two family members at the holidays, it's good to be together. I got in at noon after leaving for the airport at midnight yesterday.
I feel like so much has transpired. At the wake this afternoon, my ten year old cousin wanted to know why we could only see half of my grandfathers body in the casket. And why couldn't we see his feet? Was he wearing flip flops? And is he having lunch with Joe DiMaggio? Or Abraham Lincoln, and George Washington? Seriously? I thought I was going to lose it. Can you laugh at a wake? Because I was.
It was so strange to be talking with family members about what's going on in life and sounding like a record on repeat for everyone when all the while there is a dead person in the room.
For the longest time I couldn't go over to my grandfather. I outright avoided it. It took me all night to get the nerve to go over to see him. But it's not him, it's just an empty shell of a person.
Finally when the night was winding down I tentatively made my way over to the casket and looked down at him. Eyes welling with tears I thought to myself that he looked good. He looked liked my grandfather, only sleeping or something.
It was an extremely long day...
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