Well, first off — dressing the dead, especially when she’s your grandma — not so bad. In fact, it was really like dressing a manikin. I was expecting her to be leaking fluids and it to be on the verge of pretty-dang gross. But, it’s totally not, and I actually recommend it. It’s a sweet thing to do to someone who is close to you.
Today was the funeral. A pretty dang good one too, if you ask me (and you didn’t, I’m fully aware). This particular family has had far too many funerals in my lifetime. I’ve had 2 uncles who died too early… one in a plane crash and one in his sleep. Luckily, I am vaguely able to remember most of my mom’s extended family (like her cousins, etc.) and act like I have a clue what’s going on. It was a beautiful service, I know my grandma would’ve loved it, and that’s all that matters. Frankly, I’m pretty happy to have that particular part of my stay over with. I was, however, so happy to see all my cousins (minus one — and I’ll have words for her later-on). I am not as close to the cousins on my dad’s side but the ones on my mom’s side I have always known well, and the ones that are near my age, I had a good time with in college. Anyway, it was nice to get to see them all. It’s most especially nice to remember I have extended family like that. It’s not something I get to see/do in California, I wish they’d come visit.
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