Wednesday afternoon, my brothers and sister and I drove up to Pennsylvania. My parents had gone the day before, as we all had to work, and my mom texted me probably every half hour to make sure some possessed trucker hadn’t hacked us up into pieces and buried us in a corn field (only kidding). But, besides a wrong turn, we made it there safely (and in record time!).

My grandpap’s viewing was Thursday. It was really hard in the beginning; my grandma walked in and took one look at the casket and then started sobbing. They really made him look good though. Near the end, he really looked awful, but I guess they put a lot of make-up on, or I really don’t know what they do, but he looked good. He wore a flannel shirt and blue jeans, because that’s what he was comfortable in and it would’ve just been weird if he were in a suit.

The funeral was the following day. Right before the funeral, my grandma got really hot and started to feel dizzy. We sat her down and I just couldn’t help but think the worst, that something was going to happen to her during his funeral. We gave her a candy bar and some soda, and that seemed to help so we came to the conclusion that her blood sugar was low.

I was really okay during the funeral, but then there was a military graveside service since my grandpap served in WWII, and I just kind of lost it there. It was pouring rain, and I just kept thinking about how I was never going to be able to see him again or talk to him. God, I’m tearing up right now.

One of my aunts is going to stay with my grandma for a couple weeks. She’s taking it really hard and it breaks my heart to see her like that, but they were married for 63 years. I can’t imagine losing someone I loved and cared for that deeply and having to live on without them.

Thanks to all of you who commented on my last post. I really appreciate it. <3

Not a lot of things have really been going on in the last week or so, so I haven’t really had the desire to write a new post, and it’s summer so I’ve been rather lazy :P, but I started writing one last night and then scrapped it when my mom came in my room this morning and told me that my grandpap had passed away.

It’s not really that much of a shock; I’ve mentioned in previous posts how his health has been declining, and I’m really glad that we went up to visit them over Memorial weekend just to be able to see him. It made me really depressed seeing them like that, but I guess it prepared me for his death some.

I’m not real weepy, I don’t think I’ve even teared up yet, but I am still sad. He was my grandpap and, though I didn’t see him a whole lot, he still means a lot to me. We had a lot of good memories, and it’s hard to think that I will never see him ask my grandma for another peice of pie, or scoop of ice cream, or complain that she doesn’t ever feed him enough. The little things.

My family and I are heading up to Pennsylvania tomorrow since we already had plans for today. It’s Independence Day for those of you living in the USA (happy 4th!), and we’re going to my aunt’s for a barbeque and to swim and just hang out with friends. It will be nice before we have to leave, though it does dampen the spirits a bit.

We really don’t know any of the details as to when the funeral or viewing will be, but we hope that we will have tomorrow as a travel day since it’s such a long drive. I know getting there and seeing everyone will make it so much harder for me, so if you guys could keep me and my family in your thoughts and prayers, it would be greatly appreciated. <3