The In-Between …
I'm back home and at work this week, since Grandma's funeral isn't until this Saturday. It's a weird sort of in-between, having grieved her this past weekend when we got the news (my folks and I had a couple drinks and laughed and cried and told stories), and waiting for the "formal" grieving of the funeral.
There's a lot of normal stuff going in the meantime. Work, planning English lessons, running mundane errands and the like. At first, I felt like I didn't seem appropriately distraught at work. I felt my co-workers expected me to be more, well, sad. And I am. I'm sad she's no longer here. But I'm also happy that she's a legacy to us and that we're celebrating her life this weekend.
In the meantime, my very cool friend Janelle invited me for dinner tomorrow night, before I teach English class. It made my day.
I'm back home and at work this week, since Grandma's funeral isn't until this Saturday. It's a weird sort of in-between, having grieved her this past weekend when we got the news (my folks and I had a couple drinks and laughed and cried and told stories), and waiting for the "formal" grieving of the funeral.
There's a lot of normal stuff going in the meantime. Work, planning English lessons, running mundane errands and the like. At first, I felt like I didn't seem appropriately distraught at work. I felt my co-workers expected me to be more, well, sad. And I am. I'm sad she's no longer here. But I'm also happy that she's a legacy to us and that we're celebrating her life this weekend.
In the meantime, my very cool friend Janelle invited me for dinner tomorrow night, before I teach English class. It made my day.
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