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Jul. 9th, 2004 10:40 pmSurreal. That's about as far as it goes. I've run the gamut of emotions so many times that I feel that I should have some new muscles to show for it.
The memorial was today. Pappap was cremated and interred at the Florida National Cemetary instead of having his ashes scattered in Dunbar, PA. There were a lot of tears but some laughter too. Since we've gotten here, the laughs have far out- numbered the tears, which (to use a cliche) was what he would have wanted. Apparently, I have Pappap's memory and his sense of humor. I'm glad I can take something away of his. My mom, sister and I wore red because he hated funerals. In fact, the only one who wore black was my cousin Jason, because he didn't get the memo.
After the service, we went to Aunt Carol and Uncle Paul's for lunch. From there, we went to the boat shop they own and to the small lake behind it and played on Sea-Doo's until about 6 PM. I have some color, which I hope to enhance tomorrow with a trip to the beach.
I'm tired.
I did learn that his passing wasn't painful. He left between one breath and the next. He died Tuesday afternoon, not in the evening as I originally thought.
Bruce gave me a note that Grandma wants a copy of. It says "And now in Heaven, Mozart is trying to fit Babaloo in the Christmas program. Let the belly- drumming begin". It helped.
As an aside, I AM SO SICK OF LISTENING TO JESSICA'S VOICE! All she ever talks about is Brad. I know that she's being goaded to because their relationship has become the family joke but still... she's also trying to make herself sound like this rebel who takes nothing from no one. She's just a snot. She's going out with our cousin Shane wearing a Hooter's shirt. *shakes head* Can someone explain how I can be related to her?
I'm going to rinse off the lake water and go to bed. I miss Bruce.
And it's now that I truly know who my friends are. I will never forget.
The memorial was today. Pappap was cremated and interred at the Florida National Cemetary instead of having his ashes scattered in Dunbar, PA. There were a lot of tears but some laughter too. Since we've gotten here, the laughs have far out- numbered the tears, which (to use a cliche) was what he would have wanted. Apparently, I have Pappap's memory and his sense of humor. I'm glad I can take something away of his. My mom, sister and I wore red because he hated funerals. In fact, the only one who wore black was my cousin Jason, because he didn't get the memo.
After the service, we went to Aunt Carol and Uncle Paul's for lunch. From there, we went to the boat shop they own and to the small lake behind it and played on Sea-Doo's until about 6 PM. I have some color, which I hope to enhance tomorrow with a trip to the beach.
I'm tired.
I did learn that his passing wasn't painful. He left between one breath and the next. He died Tuesday afternoon, not in the evening as I originally thought.
Bruce gave me a note that Grandma wants a copy of. It says "And now in Heaven, Mozart is trying to fit Babaloo in the Christmas program. Let the belly- drumming begin". It helped.
As an aside, I AM SO SICK OF LISTENING TO JESSICA'S VOICE! All she ever talks about is Brad. I know that she's being goaded to because their relationship has become the family joke but still... she's also trying to make herself sound like this rebel who takes nothing from no one. She's just a snot. She's going out with our cousin Shane wearing a Hooter's shirt. *shakes head* Can someone explain how I can be related to her?
I'm going to rinse off the lake water and go to bed. I miss Bruce.
And it's now that I truly know who my friends are. I will never forget.