So yesterday, we went attended the funeral for my husband's Grandfather. Grandpa lived an amazing life. He was an extremely humble man, had such a strong faith and everyone talked about how kind he was. The funeral was very nice.
This was the first funeral I've been to in four years. This was also the first funeral (because I don't remember my Great-Grandma's funeral) I've been to, where I have been considered part of the family.
I didn't realize how exhausting they were. I'm just drained and I didn't do any of the planning. I can't imagine how my inlaws are feeling today. I also realized how awkward they can be. What do you say to people when they ask you how you are feeling. I'm fine? I'm not really good, but I'm also not bawling my eyes out, so I'm left somewhere in the middle and I don't know what that is called.
On the other hand, it was really neat to learn more about my Grandfather-in-law. He was always one of my favorite people because he was so funny and always considered me Mike's better half. It was heart-warming to learn what a great man he was.
I am fortunate to have all my grandparents living. After this weekend, the prospect of doing this for them, my parents, and other family is overwhelming. I'm not trying to think about that because let's face it, you'd go crazy if you did.
So, that concludes my ramblings on funerals.
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