Standing still and yet flying by

How can time seem to move so slowly but then a week is through before you know it?  The past week has really been a roller coaster for me.  Monday and Tuesday were full of weird, sad, happy, and lonely times.  That may sound kind of strange however that is what it felt like to me.  No one ever teaches you the proper etiquette on how to act or behave during a visitation and funeral when you are "part of the family".  The visitation was more like one of our family get-togethers such as a graduation party.  Everyone was there and friends were talking, updating each other on how old their kids were, their new promotion, what the rest of the summer plans were.  The only thing missing was Grandpa.

At one point Em and I didn't know anyone so decided to escape for a few minutes of peace.  Where did we end up...the bathroom which was decorated in the typical drab stereotypical funeral home decorations.  Keep in mind the funeral home was originally a house and the mens and women's bathrooms were put in as a necessity.  The women's was a rather large room with one toilet and a randomly placed cabinet/counter combo.  It was only meant for one person to use at a time but we could have fit the whole family in there.  Anyway back to the point of the story...Em and I were escaping the forced conversations with people who thought we were someone else and decided to document our rebellion with a photo.  

We got out the camera and while trying to get a good picture of the two of us the door to the bathroom suddenly swings open, we had forgotten to lock to door.  Thankfully it was Olivia our 8 year old cousin, if it wasn't I didn't know how we would have explained ourselves.  Olivia was also looking for a way to escape so the three of use hung out in the massive bathroom a bit.  It was kind of amusing when all three of us walked out, we got some looks.  The thing is it is hard to be there for five hours with a smile on your face greeting people when that is really the last thing on your mind.  However, the nice part was that after awhile you forget why everyone is there.

Tuesday was more difficult for me to stomach but the family had each other for support.  It is surprising to me how much I didn't know about my Grandpa until he passed away.  Even things that his own children didn't know came out.  I think that it would have been cool to know those things before so we could have asked him about it.

Those two days went so slowly but the rest of the week went extremely quickly, I can't believe it is Saturday.  I leave for London/Rwanda on Thursday...crazy!


I love you Grandpa and cherished the time we shared together.  Meg