I don't know which felt longer, yesterday when I was at the funeral home for 3 and a half hours, or today with the funeral itself then family coming over afterwards. Today, I felt like I did more, but just being somewhere for as long as I was yesterday takes a lot out of you, too. It didn't bother me so much letting go of my grandmother, because I've been preparing for a while, knowing that she wasn't going to be around much longer, and I know she was in a lot of pain and is in a better place now. The hard part for me was seeing my aunts in pain. They are the younger two children of my grandparents and don't have any children of their own, so their mother was the closest family they had.
I've been making fair progress on How Few Remain, the alternate history novel I borrowed from Lee. I probably won't have it finished in time to start Empire, the book I bought myself for Christmas and let my parents wrap and put under the tree. Although I could probably read Empire in about one sitting and start back on How Few Remain without losing any time. I guess it'll depend on how I feel about it on Christmas day, when I have 4 hours worth of drive time to fill.
It looks like a thuderstorm is coming this way, and I don't want to lose my connection before I can publish, so I'll end here.
Max Guevara: I had to have radical emergency amateur brain surgery to remove a nanochip from my cerebellum before I stroked from a neurochemical overload.
More tomorrow.
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