World's Cutest Baby dressed up for her Great Grandma's funeral
So I was up at zero dark thirty to fly home for my maternal grandmothers funeral. I tried to nap but to no avail. I was at the funeral by 3 and just watched the weirdness unfold.
My mom's 2 sisters and 3 brothers all showed up, as well as a 7 of my cousins. I was very anti-social and just played with the baby and sat with my sister and made fun of it all. It really wasn't like a wake, more of a social hour.
Once the funeral came around I got a little teary, nothing major though. I didn't really care for the pastor as he chose some odd word choices and emphasized my grandma's hard times and being a widow. Something I didn't think needed to be brought up over and over. My 2 cousins, closest to my grandma, gave eulogies. I started to tear up more and then realized I'd never stopped cry from before. I have this emotional block where I don't cry for months and then it all comes out. I've not cried cried in quite a while so this was not the time or the place. Once the funeral was over I still couldn't stop. My mom knew it was kinda funny and my poor dad just stood there, unable to say or do anything. I don't blame him, it's awkward for me as well. I HATE crying. It's just not me. Here's to hoping tomorrow will be better at the burial.
I will say this as my own remembrance of my grandma. She taught me to be crafty. I learned needlepoint from her at the age of 7. She taught me crochet at 9, and always let me help her bake. She instilled home made values in me from a very young age. She always made the best potato salad and lemon chiffon cake. Two recipes I cherish. I sincerely hope there is a heaven, because somewhere my grandfather has been getting chewed out for missing out on the last 47 years. RIP Betty Jane
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