A Long Day

Today was quite possible one of the longest days of my life. I was at my grandpa's from early this morning (like 9 am) until about 8 30 this evening, except for when I went to church. Most of the time, we were doing planning for the funeral. This morning, Uncle Tim and Dad and grandpa went to the funeral home to talk to Gordon about arrangements, while Aunty Sandy and mum and I stayed at the house and just sort of discussed things to talk about when the boys got back. And then when they did get back we planned out the prayer card and I wrote something to go in it along with Jess and Nate's, and then Daddy left to go see about getting stuff for paper announcements done and whatnot, and Aunty Judy came over with lunch and we visted. And then after church we sat down and picked out readings and music and tried to firm up who's doing what (I'm bringing up the gifts with Jess and Nate, and reading the Intentions), and just...everything.

I never really knew all the work that went into the funeral. I mean, I knew theoretically what went on, but I didn't know how...draining it all was. We have to go back tomorrow afternoon to talk to Father Jim and make sure everything is planned out right. That's going to be long as well. And I barely studied today, so I'm going to have to do some intense work tonight and tomorrow and Monday. But Dr Prichard moved my exam so I can write it with the Tues/Thurs class, so that was really nice of her.

It was hard, but I didn't cry today at all. No one except my grandpa did, and he's clearly allowed. And he cried on my shoulder. But I save my crying for when I'm alone. And that's the way it needs to be. There's too much that needs to be done to break down now. There's a time and a place to grieve, and this isn't it. Not yet.

But I need to study. Exams wait for no one.