Surreality
Funerals are such strange things.
It was good to see family I've not seen in years (or decades, even- I didn't even recognize one of my cousins... but then we realized it's been over 20 years since we last saw each other.) I hadn't seen "Granddaddy" Dayton (who also has Alzheimer's) since before I moved to Arizona and wasn't sure what to expect, but he recognized me and waved and called me "Anna"... just like always. Then he told me I talk like a Yankee.
The bulk of the day is one big blur of sunshine and family and tears and hugs and Catholicism.
It was exhausting.
I drove back to Atlanta today and have cocooned myself in my little house. My BlackBerry has reminded me how fortunate I am- I can't count the supportive emails, text messages and phone calls I've received this week. I'm grateful for my friends.
::deep breath::
I'm okay.
It was good to see family I've not seen in years (or decades, even- I didn't even recognize one of my cousins... but then we realized it's been over 20 years since we last saw each other.) I hadn't seen "Granddaddy" Dayton (who also has Alzheimer's) since before I moved to Arizona and wasn't sure what to expect, but he recognized me and waved and called me "Anna"... just like always. Then he told me I talk like a Yankee.
The bulk of the day is one big blur of sunshine and family and tears and hugs and Catholicism.
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| One of Nannie's monogrammed hankies that came home to live with me. |
It was exhausting.
I drove back to Atlanta today and have cocooned myself in my little house. My BlackBerry has reminded me how fortunate I am- I can't count the supportive emails, text messages and phone calls I've received this week. I'm grateful for my friends.
::deep breath::
I'm okay.
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