My Grandpa passed away Sunday night. I am NOT upset about it...why? He is happy now. Grandma died over six years ago. Three months after Paul and I were married. Ever since he has always said "I just wanna go be with Ma". He hasn't been the same since she passed away.
Today was the visitation. I did not go to the early one. I have two and a half hours of sick time and two and a half hours of vacation time left at work. I get one day unpaid and one day paid funeral time for Grandparents. I have to use that vacation time up before March 15th or I loose it. David had a cardiologist appointment the day before I get my time back. I decided my sons beating heart was more useful of that time then the early 'boring' visitation. I did go to the evening one. Boring... they always are. Not many people came, not even close to when Grandma passed away. No one I knew showed. Not surprised.
And the cousins mentioned in previous entry didn't say a word to me. I ignored them myself. I wasn't there for them anyways. But the father of said cousins gave me the evilest look you could give anyone. I wanted to get up and kick him in the nuts, but I didn't. I should have smiled and winked at him... dammit I would think of that when it's to late. Tomorrow is the funeral. Maybe then... ha ha ha... no.
Wish me luck... something I totally do NOT want to do but I find more and more as I get older, you do a lot of shit you don't want to do.
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