back to civilization.
Oh, it's so good to be back home. I've been back for two days now, but I've been sick. The cold weather just does not agree with me.
I got in Saturday afternoon and was at my dad's house for about five minutes before I wanted to go back home. My step-mother is just so bad it's ridiculous. She's drives me absolutely insane. For example, I have this thing about being in the dark. Like, if it starts to get dark outside, I want the lights on. So, we were about to sit down to eat dinner and I wanted the lights on and she threw a fit! Seriously. And that was just one of many things like that she did all weekend.
So, the visitation itself... Honestly, being in the same room with a dead person really freaks me out. And my grandpa had an open casket. When we got to the funeral home, I just hunkered down in the back, in the corner of the room and told my dad that whoever wanted to talk to me, could just come to me, cause I wasn't moving.
I was most excited to see my cousins, because first I adore them and haven't seen them for years. We were there first, so when my first cousin arrived, I got up and went to him and he kind of stared at me and went, "oh my god... wow." I guess I did some growing up in the past six years. After all of my cousin's arrived, we kind of formed our own little circle in the back and traded stories about our summers spent on the lake and kept asking each other who everyone who came in was, because we didn't know anyone!
And one of my cousins had just gotten married and brought his wife and we were trying to explain to her how we were all related to one another and it's just like... eh, it's too complicated to figure it out. At least we all know we're rather dysfunctional.
At the funeral home, I only got a little choked up when I was looking at the collages my aunt made, especially the pictures of my grandma and grandpa. And when we were leaving the funeral home, I was the last person to leave, so that was kind of hard.
But then, when we got home, my brother had the... I don't know what to call it - the memorial pamphlet-like thingy in his back pocket and I read the saying in it. It was so perfect for my grandpa that I started crying. My dad and my brother were like 'what's wrong with you? The visitation was two hours ago.'
Going back home, my flight was, of course, delayed for over an hour, so I started freaking out that I wasn't going to make it to my test on time. I had to be to school at six! But, I made it. I was uber pissed at my professor and he wasn't even there - he had someone proctor the test!
I'm still upset I missed the actual funeral. They did a 21 gun salute and played taps at the cemetery and I wish I could have been there for that. But, at least I'm home.
I even had good Scrubs scenes to come back home to. I've been really surprised by how good they've been lately. And, I know it's plenty wrong of me, but when Claudia said "maybe you need to read a pamphlet" with that tone of voice and that look on her face, it cracked me up. Yes, she's an ignorant bitch (which, I really don't understand, considering she's been around and she seems like the last person who would be afraid of contracting HIV from Robin, but hey, they needed someone to be a catalyst, I suppose) but that was funny.
And speaking of Claudia, is Johnny her son? Cause I feel like that's where they're going with that odd relationship.
The one thing I don't like about being home is having to go back to work - ick.
I got in Saturday afternoon and was at my dad's house for about five minutes before I wanted to go back home. My step-mother is just so bad it's ridiculous. She's drives me absolutely insane. For example, I have this thing about being in the dark. Like, if it starts to get dark outside, I want the lights on. So, we were about to sit down to eat dinner and I wanted the lights on and she threw a fit! Seriously. And that was just one of many things like that she did all weekend.
So, the visitation itself... Honestly, being in the same room with a dead person really freaks me out. And my grandpa had an open casket. When we got to the funeral home, I just hunkered down in the back, in the corner of the room and told my dad that whoever wanted to talk to me, could just come to me, cause I wasn't moving.
I was most excited to see my cousins, because first I adore them and haven't seen them for years. We were there first, so when my first cousin arrived, I got up and went to him and he kind of stared at me and went, "oh my god... wow." I guess I did some growing up in the past six years. After all of my cousin's arrived, we kind of formed our own little circle in the back and traded stories about our summers spent on the lake and kept asking each other who everyone who came in was, because we didn't know anyone!
And one of my cousins had just gotten married and brought his wife and we were trying to explain to her how we were all related to one another and it's just like... eh, it's too complicated to figure it out. At least we all know we're rather dysfunctional.
At the funeral home, I only got a little choked up when I was looking at the collages my aunt made, especially the pictures of my grandma and grandpa. And when we were leaving the funeral home, I was the last person to leave, so that was kind of hard.
But then, when we got home, my brother had the... I don't know what to call it - the memorial pamphlet-like thingy in his back pocket and I read the saying in it. It was so perfect for my grandpa that I started crying. My dad and my brother were like 'what's wrong with you? The visitation was two hours ago.'
Going back home, my flight was, of course, delayed for over an hour, so I started freaking out that I wasn't going to make it to my test on time. I had to be to school at six! But, I made it. I was uber pissed at my professor and he wasn't even there - he had someone proctor the test!
I'm still upset I missed the actual funeral. They did a 21 gun salute and played taps at the cemetery and I wish I could have been there for that. But, at least I'm home.
I even had good Scrubs scenes to come back home to. I've been really surprised by how good they've been lately. And, I know it's plenty wrong of me, but when Claudia said "maybe you need to read a pamphlet" with that tone of voice and that look on her face, it cracked me up. Yes, she's an ignorant bitch (which, I really don't understand, considering she's been around and she seems like the last person who would be afraid of contracting HIV from Robin, but hey, they needed someone to be a catalyst, I suppose) but that was funny.
And speaking of Claudia, is Johnny her son? Cause I feel like that's where they're going with that odd relationship.
The one thing I don't like about being home is having to go back to work - ick.