My daughter burst out this morning: “Hey! It’s Saturday! That means cartoons. I haven’t watched cartoons on TV since… since…. LAST Saturday!”
We clung to each other and cried all day long yesterday at funeral service for her Great Grandmother. She told me she hoped that people wouldn’t talk about only sad things at the funeral. I assured her there would be funny stuff, because I know my family… but I underestimated the grief.
In the afternoon we gathered with my Pa, his wife, his daughter-in-law, and my partner. This small intimate lunch was where the pent-up tension released a little for my daughter and me. We joked and laughed over our food.
Well, the final result is that despite the dull ache of losing my Gramma, with my family around me and some laughs, I feel much better today.