Saturday, September 6, 2014
Saturday
Services for my uncle were this morning. Dave and I went, met my older brother there. We brought flowers and a big pasta salad to share with everyone at the reception.
My cousin asked for people to write memories of his father and I wrote about his joking around with me while I was ineptly making tamales one year with my aunt.
Dave and I came home after, got into my pajamas, and went straight back to bed.
I don't deal very well with grief of any kind.
My cousin asked for people to write memories of his father and I wrote about his joking around with me while I was ineptly making tamales one year with my aunt.
Dave and I came home after, got into my pajamas, and went straight back to bed.
I don't deal very well with grief of any kind.
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