Show me the way to go home
That was a super emotional couple of days. I feel entirely drained and unable to keep track of what today is.
Granny P's funeral was on Thursday. We all cried during one of the services and had the unique experience of riding in the black funeral car behind the hearse to each part of the day. Mum got through her tribute to her mum beautifully - the ending sentence was "and I was proud to be her daughter" - and me, Si and Ali all did our readings. When they played 'My Way' by Frank Sinatra at the end of the service, Mum sobbed. I held her hand and held her tight and thanked God for the amazing woman Granny P was. As Mum said, she wasn't just her mother, she was her friend. Everyone was crying afterwards.
Mum and Dad revealed to us that Granny P has provided a sum of money each for me, Si and Ali to pay for our education. When it comes through, I'll be able to pay off my student loan. It's an incredible feeling and it touched us all that Granny thought of such a thing. I'm wearing her door key around my neck on a chain. Is that weird? It comforts me. That's probably the weird thing.
It was odd having Si home. He was odd, all tangled up inside and hard and dismissive but still goofy and loving and a great laugh. He's dating one of his housemates, a French Canadian called Flavy, and still absolutely loving Thailand. He went out with friends Wednesday night and got plastered on absinthe with Jack Daniels chasers, giving me the shock of my life when he hammered on the door. I was the only one who woke up and cowered beneath my duvet til he eventually found his way in and sprawled at the bottom of the stairs, hiccuping. I barricaded my door and prayed. He's an unpredictable drunk. He thankfully stumbled upstairs and passed out in his room and was still drunk in the morning, having wild conversations with me and Mum at breakfast. He went back to Thailand today. I can only imagine what he'll be like at my wedding - he likes to delve into people's lives. I hope someone's just as blunt back to him!
Granny P's funeral was on Thursday. We all cried during one of the services and had the unique experience of riding in the black funeral car behind the hearse to each part of the day. Mum got through her tribute to her mum beautifully - the ending sentence was "and I was proud to be her daughter" - and me, Si and Ali all did our readings. When they played 'My Way' by Frank Sinatra at the end of the service, Mum sobbed. I held her hand and held her tight and thanked God for the amazing woman Granny P was. As Mum said, she wasn't just her mother, she was her friend. Everyone was crying afterwards.
Mum and Dad revealed to us that Granny P has provided a sum of money each for me, Si and Ali to pay for our education. When it comes through, I'll be able to pay off my student loan. It's an incredible feeling and it touched us all that Granny thought of such a thing. I'm wearing her door key around my neck on a chain. Is that weird? It comforts me. That's probably the weird thing.
It was odd having Si home. He was odd, all tangled up inside and hard and dismissive but still goofy and loving and a great laugh. He's dating one of his housemates, a French Canadian called Flavy, and still absolutely loving Thailand. He went out with friends Wednesday night and got plastered on absinthe with Jack Daniels chasers, giving me the shock of my life when he hammered on the door. I was the only one who woke up and cowered beneath my duvet til he eventually found his way in and sprawled at the bottom of the stairs, hiccuping. I barricaded my door and prayed. He's an unpredictable drunk. He thankfully stumbled upstairs and passed out in his room and was still drunk in the morning, having wild conversations with me and Mum at breakfast. He went back to Thailand today. I can only imagine what he'll be like at my wedding - he likes to delve into people's lives. I hope someone's just as blunt back to him!