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Well I am not sure when the last time it was that I updated, but I am pretty sure it was when my grandfather died. Well since then, things have calmed down. Since that happened, we had his funeral on Tuesday at 5 pm. I hated the service, becasue I didn't feel that it was what he wanted at all. My aunt arranged all of it and did not ask any of her siblings. She didn't ask any of us if we wanted to say anything at it. The only thing that kept me from jumping up and walking out was my lil cousin who kept all three of us girls sain. He talked with us the whole time and told my sisters that they had "girlie" shoes on. The church was so hot and I thought I was going to pass out. After the 1 hr and 15 minute service with freaking communion included...we went out to the grave site. It was sweltering hot outside, but my grandfather wouldn't have had it any other way. He would wear long pants and shirt..black no less...in the hottest day of the summer. The whole time in the church...I only cried once when my Dad's cousin Marion did a reading. Other than that, it was just a stupid church service to me...not meaningful enough for my grandfather. The part that was the hardest for me was at the grave site. The military men were there, that is what my grandfather always did. I broke down the second I saw them, because I wanted one of them to be him. The burial was very nice and what reminded me the most of my grandfather. They had a bagpipe..which was his most favorite kind of music. I just couldn't stop crying horribly. There were many things with the service and the whole day that I hated, but I put up with it because even though it might not of been what my grandfather wanted, it was for him. Afterwards, we had a reception at the American Legion that he belonged to and went to often. It was very nice to see some relatives and friends that I had not seen in a while. I miss seeing all my uncles and friends of theirs because the family is fighting. But my Aunti Jo..my grandfather's brothers wife...was there. She is the funniest woman in the world and it was such a delight to see her. She helped brighten the day and make things seem alright. We all sat around for about 4 hours and talked about everything and told funny stories about my grandfather and other relatives. My dad did a lot of talking to people he had not seen in a while and also talked to one of his brothers that he had not talked to in a long time because of this family dispute and that made me very happy they were talking.
So after we stayed there until about 9:30, all five of us went home. Mom and I drove home and Dad, Jen, and Sarah drove in the other car. The whole way home, mom and I bitched about my aunt and the things she is prolly going to screw with in the family. When we got home, we found out that the other car full had cried the whole way home and talked about grandpa the whole time. We all got home and came in the house and got settled down and got the dogs out and such. Then we all gathered in the kitchen and talked about everything of that day and my grandfather and grandmother in general and by 1 am we had finished off 4 1/2 bottles of wine, a thing of chamboro. I didn't realize how much we had all drank until I went to get up and go to bed. Besides my nice drunkeness, it was amazing to talk like a family like that. I can't tell you the last time we did that.
This whole week has been a very hard one for my dad. He went to family gatherings where he hated people so much, but he did it for us and his dad. He went to the service and all of it.
I think the hardest thing in life for me is to see my father cry. That is the one thing in the world that I can't stand,it breaks my heart and makes me feel like I can't breath.
I want everyone to sit and think about how lucky they are to have the loved ones in their life and cherish them, becasue the next second they could be gone with no warning and you can't forget that you didn't go see them enough or hadn't seen them for 6 months. Let people know how you feel and that you love them.
So after we stayed there until about 9:30, all five of us went home. Mom and I drove home and Dad, Jen, and Sarah drove in the other car. The whole way home, mom and I bitched about my aunt and the things she is prolly going to screw with in the family. When we got home, we found out that the other car full had cried the whole way home and talked about grandpa the whole time. We all got home and came in the house and got settled down and got the dogs out and such. Then we all gathered in the kitchen and talked about everything of that day and my grandfather and grandmother in general and by 1 am we had finished off 4 1/2 bottles of wine, a thing of chamboro. I didn't realize how much we had all drank until I went to get up and go to bed. Besides my nice drunkeness, it was amazing to talk like a family like that. I can't tell you the last time we did that.
This whole week has been a very hard one for my dad. He went to family gatherings where he hated people so much, but he did it for us and his dad. He went to the service and all of it.
I think the hardest thing in life for me is to see my father cry. That is the one thing in the world that I can't stand,it breaks my heart and makes me feel like I can't breath.
I want everyone to sit and think about how lucky they are to have the loved ones in their life and cherish them, becasue the next second they could be gone with no warning and you can't forget that you didn't go see them enough or hadn't seen them for 6 months. Let people know how you feel and that you love them.