heading back to minneapolis in the morning for my grandmas funeral on friday. i wasn't expecting to be going back so soon, though i said that when i went home for a wedding a month ago and am glad i did go, as that was the last time i saw her
it stll really hasn't hit me, as it's getting closer it's becomming more real though, she was my last grandparent. as i was packing tonight it sunk in more, so of course i called a friend to keep me occupied as i put my things together so i wouldn't have to think about it
i'm dreading the whole going through her things phase, not so much for the finality of it, but the dividing up her stuff thing. i am trying not to be cynical, but with some of my family i can see some of it getting a little, well, ugly. personally i don't care who gets what, there's nothing i can think of that i want, and even if there was it would be for sentiment rather than value, but unfortunately that probably isn't the case for everyone
i wasn't born yet when my dads dad died, my moms dad was an evil son of a bitch and at his funeral i just couldn't wait to get the bastard planted (there's a whole lot of history there). my moms mom was rough, realy rough, she was a tough old bird, spoke her mind and didn't give a damn. my dads mom, the one who just died was the dictionary definition of a grandma, pinching penny's and all that, she was 83, i know when i actually get to town and face the family, and my dad it's gonna be a lot harder, but for now it just doesn't feel real, if that makes sense
gotta get up in 5 and a half hours for my flight, i'm thinking this is gonna be a bloody mary's all the way flight, and a light buzz most of the week. why deal with emotions when you can drown them in booze. not the best strategy, but if it'll get me through the week than more power to me
it stll really hasn't hit me, as it's getting closer it's becomming more real though, she was my last grandparent. as i was packing tonight it sunk in more, so of course i called a friend to keep me occupied as i put my things together so i wouldn't have to think about it
i'm dreading the whole going through her things phase, not so much for the finality of it, but the dividing up her stuff thing. i am trying not to be cynical, but with some of my family i can see some of it getting a little, well, ugly. personally i don't care who gets what, there's nothing i can think of that i want, and even if there was it would be for sentiment rather than value, but unfortunately that probably isn't the case for everyone
i wasn't born yet when my dads dad died, my moms dad was an evil son of a bitch and at his funeral i just couldn't wait to get the bastard planted (there's a whole lot of history there). my moms mom was rough, realy rough, she was a tough old bird, spoke her mind and didn't give a damn. my dads mom, the one who just died was the dictionary definition of a grandma, pinching penny's and all that, she was 83, i know when i actually get to town and face the family, and my dad it's gonna be a lot harder, but for now it just doesn't feel real, if that makes sense
gotta get up in 5 and a half hours for my flight, i'm thinking this is gonna be a bloody mary's all the way flight, and a light buzz most of the week. why deal with emotions when you can drown them in booze. not the best strategy, but if it'll get me through the week than more power to me