too many deaths

Well last week I attended the funeral of my grandfather on my father's side. He had been sick for a while and spent a week in the hospital. I did get to see him one last time before he passed. He was quite thin and frail looking but they were able to take him home before he passed.

The next day my great-great-aunt passed away. They are having her funeral today. I didn't go to that one mostly because they were only doing graveside and while I became close to her after my great-grandmother passed away, there wasn't going to be much point in my being there. She was the last of my great-grandmother's sisters.

She always told great stories about my great-grandmother and her when they were kids. I now wish I could have recorded them. But you always think about those things after it's too late. She had also been sick for a while so it wasn't that much of a surprise for her to pass.

I did alright with my grandfather's funeral. When I found out I was sad for a few minutes but it was like I put it out of my mind. I was fine all the way up until the funeral. They left the casket open and I don't know for some reason I had avoided looking into the box the whole time. Until the preacher was standing up there talking and I looked at grandpa and was like ya know this is the last time I'll ever see his face again. He looked good. Better than when I saw him at the hospital but anyway.

Hopefully that will be all the deaths I have to deal with for a while. I'm tired.