Family

Three weeks ago, my grandfather died, and I had a decision to make: to try and make it back for the funeral, or wait until my parents came to my house as planned. I decided to stay at home and grieve with my parents, and today it finally hit me. I was watching a movie, a sad movie, but nothing earth shattering, and I lost it. I was a hair's breadth away from audible sobbing, and for something that was sad, yes, but not THAT bad.

But I feel better for it. As a matter of fact, I was getting concerned that I would not grieve for my grandpa as I did for my grandmother (same side of the family, however they have been divorced as long as I can remember). I am glad that it happened today. My parents have really helped me get through this, and I wouldn't have gotten much from the memorial service, except to see my family; so staying in AZ was probably a good idea.

And while I was all intent on helping my parents through this tough time, they have been the ones helping me. My mom took over a month to get over grandma, and my dad (even with no blood relation) was more shook up about her death, than he is now. But having them here, even for such a short time, has really helped me get through this time in my life.

The only really odd thing is that after dealing with my grandfather's estate, my parents have explained to me, more about what to do when I die than I ever knew existed. Stuff like making investments, "payable on death", and assigning a trusted family member to all checking and saving accounts so that they can access those funds for funeral preparations after you have passed on.

I guess this bit of rambling has really forced me to make some observations about my life. I love my family very much, and I can only hope that I will live up to their example in the coming years.

Game On!