My granny passed this morning.
My dad called me first since I’m the soldier and I should be up at 6am. I keep telling my sister it’s because I’m his favorite (she’s 41 and I’m 32 and we still have this conversation on a regular basis— sick I know)
Weird thing is, I can’t cry. I tried. I’m hurt that I won’t see her anymore but I am so glad she isn’t suffering anymore. I haven’t been able to cry at all lately. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I put on a few CDs and I sang away my hurt. The strange thing is that I felt the beginning of a tear and it ran back up into my eye and settled in my stomach. My stomach has been hurting all day.
Well keep me and the fam in your prayers. Services will be this Saturday. My dad said they are still trying to figure out where to have the repast because we have a GINORMOUS family.
