It's been a whole year and a couple days since my grandma passed. I can't believe it's been so long. Time flies. We got through Thanksgiving and Christmas, but it was strange. I think having them at our house really helped. Had we been at her house or my dad's I think it would have been harder. We survived, but I thought about her a lot. I wasn't really sad because I know that she wasn't in pain anymore, but it still seemed like something was missing.
I have been to a couple funerals recently and they made me think about being at my grandma's. How bad I felt and wanted to just be left alone. But I had to talk to these other people and almost console them. I think there is something flawed in funerals. People just want to have time to mourn and we want to be in their pockets to make ourselves feel better. I just think it's strange. But maybe it's just me that is strange.