RIP Grammie
So, I'm woken up this morning by my mom telling me my grandma died. Good morning to you, too. I had a good cry, and I think I'm okayish now. I'm just hanging out with friends to distract myself from it. We're going up to Maine on Friday morning, coming home Thursday. I feel like if I prayed harder, she'd still be alive. Which is totally ridiculous, but, I feel like that whenever someone dies. My mom's cousin's husband's uncle (lol distant) also died, last week. It was just bizarre, because he always played Jesus in the Holy Thursday/ Good Friday reenactments my church did. He really looked like the "mainstream" image of Jesus. My sister said that when they play hide-and-seek in heaven, someone will be looking for Jesus and find Brian instead...is it bad that I found it so funny? I guess you just have to laugh to get through the shitty stuff. I just really miss my Grammie...:(