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The funeral was nice. I'm sure it was exactly how my grandmother would have wanted it. Although I did leave there thinking of how bad a person I must be for not going to church more often. Anyway, there was no viewing or anything, so no funeral home drama there. Honestly I don't know if I could have handled seeing her dead. My grandmother was cremated and her ashes will be mixed in with the dirt in Alston, MI either today or tomorrow, so I didn't need to be there for that. I ended up getting an earlier flight back to Roanoke Friday morning, the day after the funeral, because the whole show only took a day. Plus, I managed to get some sort of respiratory infection so now I'm fighting off falling apart at the seams in the comfort of my own apartment instead of the Landmark Inn. I'm also missing FinnFest Grand, even though I feel like I should be there more than ever now that my grandma can't be there herself. The ironic thing is she sent me an envelope at the end of May containing information on registering to go to FinnFest and whatnot, but by the time it got to me it had been forwarded from my previous address and the registration deadline was past. Now I just feel like I have no reason to go to Marquette anymore. I think my aunt Mary is getting the house but that was just heresay. I also think that I'll be hard-pressed to keep in touch with everybody who showed up for the funeral since my grandma was, for the most part, the glue that held our distant families together. As much as I would have liked to have spent more time up there, it's so far away now, and the only person I feel comfortable bringing up the idea of me visiting to is Karen. And as far as Susan, Linda, or any of those cousins, I would really feel akward randomly coming up for a visit. Most of all, there's really nothing to do in Marquette- I mean, really. Especially since the Szechuan restaurant I used to love is now a Thai Palace that was quite a shock to the system. But there is one thing: VERNORS.