seethingblue's Diaryland Diary

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funeral

My grandfather died before the election.
At his funeral, my shoes were too tight. I cried at the visitation, but when the preachers were initiating prayer during the service, I felt nothing. They were talking about a person they didn't know. It seemed rote, unoriginal. Visiting with my grandmother the next day broke my heart. The house was so quiet. She said, "I'll just miss all the funny things he used to do," her voice cracking on the last word. I had a dream where my grandfather was sitting in the backseat of my car. He was wearing his signature khaki colored coat.

16:00 - 03 November, 2008

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