Long week

I received a call rather early on Mother's Day from my mother. My grandpa finally passed away. It was one of those things that we all knew was coming soon, but never really knew on what day to expect the call. I am comforted in the fact that he went to bed that night and that was it. He isn't hurting any longer and he is with my grandma again. I maintain that death is always harder on those that are left behind.
Anyhow, the last week was spent with relatives eating and drinking and reminiscing. I spoke at his funeral. It was difficult, but everyone seemed to appreciate it. I feel glad that I did it because it helped me grieve and say what I felt about him.
Sometimes I feel silly writing this blog. I'm not sure why anyone would be interested in reading about my life. I will try to make it interesting. :-)