The hardest part of this is leaving you....
We had my Nana's memorial service today.
I thought I'd cried all my tears out.
Apparently not.
At first, it was just the odd tear escaping. None of the heart-wrenching sobs of last weekend.
That was until the first picture of me with Nana came up on the slideshow.
I was tiny. Probably a newborn. And there she is, holding me. The best 50th birthday present she got.
Which is when it hit me. No joint birthday parties anymore. No more calls on the 17th.
"Love you Simmy"
"Love you too Nana. Talk to you tomorrow"
Our birthdays are consecutive days if you didn't get that.
Then when I saw a picture, taken 10 years ago, of all 5 kids (my dad, uncle and aunts) all together. It was the last time they were all together. 10 FREAKING YEARS AGO!
I never want to go that long without seeing a member of my family ever again. They're just too precious to me. And time is limited with them. Especially when we're spread all over the country.
I was really disappointed too, because I didn't get to see my cousin Ricky. Who I've never met. And he's 15. You know why? His STUPID mother didn't think, that for the two weeks Nana was sick, that Ricky should know. So all of a sudden, this Friday "Oh, your Nana was sick for two weeks, and she died on Sunday." Because that's TOTALLY going to make it easier on him.
I just don't understand some people. I've heard "I'm sorry for your loss" enough times that I'll puke if I hear it again. Seriously, I know y'all mean well, but saying "sorry" ACTUALLY doesn't make me feel better. >.>
Eh, sorry for that. I just heard it like, 60,000 times today. Because STUPID people feel the need to say it every other sentence when they're talking to me.
Anyway. I'm going to bed.