The service for my grandmother was lovely. The pastor from her church said some nice things (albeit a bit heavy on the Jesus), various friends and family got up and spoke, and we all cried. Tony got up and spoke, so did I... Mom, Dad, Aunt Cid, church ladies... PJ recited a bit from "Nothing Gold Can Stay" and I was fucking wrecked.
Everyone was really proud of Tony for getting up and speaking. They (as well as
the_lucky_nun and I) thought it was really sweet. My brother and I, along with Grandpa J, were pallbearers with some old guys I didn't know. Four old men and two young ones do not an easy walk across soft cemetary lawn make. I thought we were going to drop the casket or twist an ankle before we made it to the plot. We stood under the canopy and lost what little warmth we were getting from the sun. I shook and shivered, all the while thanking my lucky stars I'd thought to wear long johns under my suit. Thankfully, preacher lady kept the words short. Heavy on the Jesus again, but short.
The church ladies fed us (after still more Jesus chatter from the preacher), and we all hung in the church basement and chatted. Headed home to get stuff done before the day was completely gone. Pictures were taken before we left, and I expect some in the inbox next week.
After we got back? Got my check, hit up Best Buy for printer ink and the new Burden Brothers disc, got some jeans at tagert, and came home to work on my KJHK app for spring. Other than that, it's been wandering around all headachey from the crying and slightly annoyed that the late show of Casino Royale starts to late for me to make my show on time.