I woke up Friday afternoon and packed up everything to go. We left the house around 2:30 and headed up to my Grandparents house. I did fine till we hit the exit to her house. I cried the rest of the way trying not to let Kendra see me since she had already been crying that day because she didn’t want her mommy and Nana to be sad. By the time we pulled into the driveway I was a mess. Hugging my aunts and my Mom and Dad and my Uncle Joe just made it worse. Eventually when I calmed down my mom told me I needed go see my Grandpa. I told her that I wasn’t quite ready to go in the house.
When I did make it to him I was such a mess in fact that my Dad had come with me and he left me. I also made my Grandpa cry, something I hadn’t seen in a while. My Mom and her siblings had gone through so of her stuff so not all of her stuff was out which made it a little easy but that fact that she wasn’t there was hard. I even caught myself at one point wanting to ask where she was. I am sure that my Dad would have smacked me and said in the back of the car. Yep, her remains were still in the car. My Grandpa still doesn’t know what he is going to do with them.
I did eventually get myself together and had a Mike’s Hard Lemonaide then realizing that I really only had had a bowl of cereal to eat that day. So I went in the house to have something to eat. I did enjoy visiting with everyone and really didn’t see much of my kids till it was getting dark out. Ephriam was a mess so I ended up giving him a quick bath. We headed to bed tomorrow was going to be a tough day. Christopher, the kids, and I camped in the yard and I had a hard time falling asleep and staying alseep.
The memorial mass was very good. I think it helped a lot of release what was inside of us. My brother sat next to me and we all cried together. I cried the hardest when my Aunt Shell talked about how much our family ment to my Grandma. She was the one who had held us all together these years and she still will. We will continue to get together just like we always did. There was also standing room only at her memorial mass. She was loved by so many people and impacted a lot more.
We all then meet up at my cousin Courtney’s church to chat with people. It was nice because my best friend from High School and her family were able to make it. It was really nice to see them and chat with her. I really didn’t socialize with anyone else while we were there. We all decided that we need some real food and headed out to lunch. Chris and I bought Penn Station and brought it back to my Grandparent’s house to eat. There was even more food there.
We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out as a family and as it got dark and people left we were getting ready to go to bed. I went through what everyone else hadn’t gone through of Grandma’s jewelery and some of her things that my Grandpa had put out in the breeze way. Payton was going through things with me I said out loud “Grandma I am stealing your stuff!” I totally felt like that was what I was doing, stealing. I know that I wasn’t but it sure did feel like it. I have thing to always remember her by. A small bible that she was using, the jewelery that she wore in my brother’s wedding, a few other pieces of jewelery that I remember her waring and some books that she had one because it has a bookmark with my name on it.
On Sunday morning we packed up and headed home. I won’t be back to her house till Thanksgiving but will continue to call and check on my Grandpa. I will never forget my Grandma ever. I was blessed to spend all 29 years of my life with her.
Tomorrow I am going to post pictures of her and some of my memories of her. Along with things I want my children to remember of her. It will be the first time I have gone through my pictures of her since she went home to Jesus. It will a good way to celebrate her life.