Entangle me, in hopelessness and prayers for rain.
Today was the funeral and it was - difficult. So difficult that I don’t want to even think about it, let alone write about it.
Some happier thoughts:
My third (forth?) cousin came last night to the prayer service thing and I almost died. He looks exactly like the Twins in Harry Potter. I mean, his actual hair colour is the same as the Twins’ in the movie. He should so be the next films. Some long lost cousin of the Weasley’s or something, they need to put him in.
Last night back at Grandma’s was great. Anna was telling us of Grandpa on the last cruise he ever want on. How he used to stay on the ship when it went into port, and how she came back early one time to find Grandpa standing my the food buffet, eating piles and piles of ice cream and chocolate. He laughed and told her, “What Grandma doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” I guess he gained six pounds on that cruise. Oh, I love Grandpa. I don’t think it’s fully sunken in just how much I’m going to miss him.
We drove around for some time tonight, just looking at the city. It started to rain and the lights were so pretty through the wet windows. It's been a long time since I've been able to walk in the rain, and it was really comforting.
urgh.
I don’t know if it’s just because I’m so agitated and emotional and all of the lack of sleep that I’ve gotten over the past week - but I am annoyed. Americans are just so fucking arrogant. Everywhere I look in Windsor there is Super Bowl shit, and it is pissing me off. I want to scream. “The world” my fucking prick (that is, if I had one). I won’t even bother to bitch - I will just silently seethe and cry myself to sleep.
until then, Snape shall comfort me.
Some happier thoughts:
My third (forth?) cousin came last night to the prayer service thing and I almost died. He looks exactly like the Twins in Harry Potter. I mean, his actual hair colour is the same as the Twins’ in the movie. He should so be the next films. Some long lost cousin of the Weasley’s or something, they need to put him in.
Last night back at Grandma’s was great. Anna was telling us of Grandpa on the last cruise he ever want on. How he used to stay on the ship when it went into port, and how she came back early one time to find Grandpa standing my the food buffet, eating piles and piles of ice cream and chocolate. He laughed and told her, “What Grandma doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” I guess he gained six pounds on that cruise. Oh, I love Grandpa. I don’t think it’s fully sunken in just how much I’m going to miss him.
We drove around for some time tonight, just looking at the city. It started to rain and the lights were so pretty through the wet windows. It's been a long time since I've been able to walk in the rain, and it was really comforting.
urgh.
I don’t know if it’s just because I’m so agitated and emotional and all of the lack of sleep that I’ve gotten over the past week - but I am annoyed. Americans are just so fucking arrogant. Everywhere I look in Windsor there is Super Bowl shit, and it is pissing me off. I want to scream. “The world” my fucking prick (that is, if I had one). I won’t even bother to bitch - I will just silently seethe and cry myself to sleep.
until then, Snape shall comfort me.