After a crapload of unnecessary drama and bullshit that had NOTHING to do with my Grandma...I was finally able to say goodbye to her.  We had her funeral today at 3pm, while the rest of the town was celebrating Mardi Gras.  It seemed fitting, somehow.  I remember sitting in the van with Momma and looking down the street where the parade was, and thinking, "You know, I get the feeling Grandma planned it this way, so she could go out in style."  lol

I miss her.  We all miss her.  But her time came.  Now her and Pa can be together in heaven for the rest of forever. 

And in regards to all the other b.s., it can bite me on the buttocks.  I don't even care.  I mean, my grandmother died.  Most everything else pales in comparison at the moment.  But now I'm rambling, and I have homework to do, so I will bid you all farewell.

Thank you again for all the kind words and well-wishes from everyone.  It really meant a lot to me.

~G~
 
   

 


 
 
supertree on
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At least it's fitting for your Grandma.  It's good you aren't going to let the b.s. get to you, there's so much more important stuff to focus on.  I hope you are holding up as well as one can in these situations.
suicidalsnowmen on
Re: Are we done yet?
Like Grandma would say, "I'm making it." 
supertree on
Re: Are we done yet?
extra *hugs* they're always fun and handy
suicidalsnowmen on
Re: Are we done yet?
Yay! 
magician on
Re: Are we done yet?
*hugs*
suicidalsnowmen on
Re: Are we done yet?
*hugs back*  Thank you.

 
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