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well my bgrandma died last week. I had to go home to participate in the funeral activities. they are catholic; this involves an open casket wake plus mass and other activities, mainly centered around eating and drinking. I cried some. My brother and I listened to music in the car and then it was over.
I am never sure what to make of these things and sometimes I feel distant from the human race when they happen. I dont want to tell anyone becaus ethen I have to talk about it, which is probably the thing I would least like to do, even though I probably should anyways. Talking about it makes it seem that much more real.
When my friend Chris died two years ago, it was a tragic senseless death, and it was devastating, however strained our relationship had become over the years. The funeral was lengthy and awful. This death was unlike that one. My Grandmother had an incredibly difficult early life, a fantastic middle and a hard end. She lived a long life; there were no words of anger that passed between us. It still hurts though. Enough said.
I am never sure what to make of these things and sometimes I feel distant from the human race when they happen. I dont want to tell anyone becaus ethen I have to talk about it, which is probably the thing I would least like to do, even though I probably should anyways. Talking about it makes it seem that much more real.
When my friend Chris died two years ago, it was a tragic senseless death, and it was devastating, however strained our relationship had become over the years. The funeral was lengthy and awful. This death was unlike that one. My Grandmother had an incredibly difficult early life, a fantastic middle and a hard end. She lived a long life; there were no words of anger that passed between us. It still hurts though. Enough said.