So I made it back in one piece, physically. I think I am doing alright otherwise, too. But I won't really know for a while. I am just totally exhausted from everything and I feel sick.

I don't understand the funeral process. So you have this wake thing or visitation or whatever.. and like you have to sit in a room with this body of this person you love while other people come in and for the most part they are acting happy. But see, the first thing I wanted to do was sit and cry, but I couldn't do that.

The funeral mass thing was better.. I mean.. it wasn't good or anything.. but people cried and I cried.. but it was bad. At that moment everything was real and it was intense. I felt so sick during that mass. It was a sad, longing sick. But I made it and tomorrow is a new day.

This is it for today. But my grandmother is one of the best people, maybe ever, but at least that I know of. And now, she can be perfect. Tomorrow I'll try to get my writing scanned in.