yeah...
I think I'm a little hysterical right now. This is just too much. I wasn't even ready to deal with it being a year since gramma died, and now I have to face my uncle's death as well? I don't want to go to the funeral, but I will. It's not going to be any easier though, considering my dad called today to find out about the funeral home we used for my gramma. I don't want to go back there. I will suck it up and do what I have to, but this hurts. I've decided that sudden isn't any better than long and drawn out. At least long and drawn out gives people the chance to say goodbye. Though it hurts an awful lot watching that...so maybe just a few days warning...
I'm covered head to toe in flour right now. I started my annual Christmas cookie baking. Didn't really want to, still don't, but I'm trying to keep going. I couldn't help thinking as I was rolling out dough that it's ironic in a way using my gramma's cookie cutters and cookie cans to bake Christmas cookies the night my Uncle died. Baking lets one think too much. At least when all you have to do is roll and cut dough.
I'm covered head to toe in flour right now. I started my annual Christmas cookie baking. Didn't really want to, still don't, but I'm trying to keep going. I couldn't help thinking as I was rolling out dough that it's ironic in a way using my gramma's cookie cutters and cookie cans to bake Christmas cookies the night my Uncle died. Baking lets one think too much. At least when all you have to do is roll and cut dough.