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.

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