This week.

Ok, so in Monday, we went over to Granny's to see the family. All except abyack, who stayed at a friends house, and yack, who went golfing because it had been a prior arrangement, and he was subbing in for some team-thing. He'll have to clear that up, if I'm not clear. That in no way implies he thought that golf is more important than family. We pretty much just talked all day, got the service together, and I crocheted the edging of my doily and gave it to Meme. I liked that day. It was a little hard, not seeing Granny in the kitchen or the living room, but, like I'll say later, I don't wish her back. Definately.

On Tuesday, we didn't do anything really. Just did what we wanted. I blog browsed and knitted a scarf thing for Granny.

On Wednesday, I babysat, then we went to the calling hours. I put my scarf in with Granny. The calling hours were easy, emotionally, except for just saying the simple phrase "Things are gonna change" to Pops. He was a good shoulder to cry on. Things are gonna change. No more Mothers day, or Christmas, or Thanksgiving, or just coming over at Granny's house with her watching on. But phisically, it was hard, because we stood up most of the time, and stood up most of the time. In the middle, Pops took us across the street to get a milkshake and to SIT DOWN!!!!!! But Meme was mad we went without her, and she won't let us forget it, let me tell you!

One thing great about seeing Granny was that it seemed like she never had a big ugly tumor-thing on her face. She did, for quite a while, but they were able to take that off, so she looked great.

On Thursday, yesterday, we went to the funeral, and I was fine, for the first half of the service, 1) because I had to sing, and couldn't be crying beforehand, 2) because nothing really got to me, it was sad, but not crying sad. We had our last veiw of Granny, but I had seen her the night before. The last thing I saw of Granny were here hands, uncommonly still, compared with how they used to be. Always busy with something. But then Leesy got up, and she was crying, and told some memories of Granny, and I couldn't keep the tears back, though I really didn't want to.

Oh, the singing. It was ok. I was glad there was the other voices to semi-drown out my singing, because I know I trembled here and there. But it was good, otherwise.

After the lunch after the service, we went back to Grannys, and Uncle Paul had gotton us girls this 20 question thing, where it asks you 20 questions, and then guesses what you're thinking of. It's pretty good. Actually, it's amazing if you think about it. That little sphere has enough memory and knowledge to take your answers to its questions, and derive the answer 50% of the time correct. It's cool. It has Tazmanian devil, and rubies and shirt buttons and butterflies and ironing boards and music, and wrenches and this one gem that I had never heard before. Man, it's smart.

I started crocheting another doily at Granny's. I got a lot done. Like, I got the center, and one and a half points which is a lot of crocheting, I mean a LOT of crocheting.

But last night, now that was really hard. I just started thinking of Granny and her smile, and my favo memories, and all her quilts and all our visits, and no hard or mad words. Ever. Even if it was a zoo and Greta (our dog) was barking, and people were hungry, and Granny was tired. I never heard her complain except near the end, but that was only about her hurting. Never about anything else. She was special, and she was my Great Granny, and I'm gonna miss her, and I just started crying, first softly, but then I just couldn't stop, and I went downstairs and got one of her blankets, and cried with that, then my crying turned into the hard-to-breathe kind of crying. I haven't cried like that since I was really little. Then I crawled into bed with my parents, and cried there, and that really helped, believe me. I calmed down there, and went for a bit of a walk around the house for a while, just to calm down and finally went to sleep at, like, 11:30. I cried probably for about 45 minutes. I just missed her so much. I'm writing this, and a big knot is in my throat, and things are gonna change, but I don't wish her back, and I'll never wish her back to how she was those last few weeks, and even years, when she couldn't quilt, and all. She was very special, and a very godly woman, and I don't see how anyone could ever NOT like her. I'm just glad I got to know her so well. I have had thirteen years with her, and I'm glad I had those years with my Great Grandma. She definately was Grand.