Roswell Fanatics

My granmother died Saturday afternoon....she was eighty years old

Sorry about your loss.

So sorry to hear that. My condolences to you and your family.

So sorry. *hug*

Rodney, I know I already told you how sorry I am about your loss, but I'll tell you again. Sorry.

You know what's weird is that my grandma was 81 years old. At least they both got to live long lives, but in a way, it seems like they should've been longer.

My mom and I have been doing a lot of talking lately, on account of the death of my grandmother and my dog, and we decided that we're not really grieving for them, because they're in such a better, beyond-earthly place. We're grieving for ourselves because we miss them.

We had my grandmother's funeral today....it sucked as you can guess....well no the funeral didn't suck...it was a nice service and all of that.But the way I felt during it was sucky if you get what I mean.

killjoy wrote:We had my grandmother's funeral today....it sucked as you can guess....well no the funeral didn't suck...it was a nice service and all of that.But the way I felt during it was sucky if you get what I mean.

Oh, I completely understand what you mean. I was crying the whole time during my grandma's service. (She and I really had a special bond.) It was like, in a way, it felt so real, and it another way, it felt as if it wasn't real at all, like I was just having a nightmare and it wasn't actually happening.

As cliche as it sounds, it does get better. Three days after my grandma died, I had this amazing day (probably my best of 2009) where I didn't cry at all, and I was amazed.

April wrote:

killjoy wrote:We had my grandmother's funeral today....it sucked as you can guess....well no the funeral didn't suck...it was a nice service and all of that.But the way I felt during it was sucky if you get what I mean.

Oh, I completely understand what you mean. I was crying the whole time during my grandma's service. (She and I really had a special bond.) It was like, in a way, it felt so real, and it another way, it felt as if it wasn't real at all, like I was just having a nightmare and it wasn't actually happening.

As cliche as it sounds, it does get better. Three days after my grandma died, I had this amazing day (probably my best of 2009) where I didn't cry at all, and I was amazed.

I couldn't go to the service. After being at the funeral home & spreading her ashes ... I didn't have the strength in me to sit in a room with people and hear them praise her, admired her and how much they loved her.

It's been almost a year now ... the anniversary of her death is coming up next week (she'll have been gone an exact year on Feb. 7th). God, I don't know how am I going to get thru that day let alone the rest of the week.

I just jacked up my son's head. I decided to buzz cut it with a #1 cause I figured it would be easier than sissors. Which it was. I get everything put away when I'm done and I notice he's got a long patch in the back so I grab the clippers and buzz off the long section. That's when I noticed the bald spot at the back of his head towards the bottom of his hairline. I forgot to put the guard back on. So in an effort to try to fix it his hair is about 3 different lengths in the back and it's so obvious. My poor baby...I'd show a picture but hubby stole my camera and took it to work. I just hope my husband doesn't kill me...

I was told today that being too nice is a weakness. Really don't know how to feel about that.