Pretend Your Alive.

The funeral is over, her 94th birthday residing this Saturday.

I entered the funeral home and was taken aback at the sight of her open casket, her body laying there, eyes closed, directly ahead.

I hadn't given much thought to whether or not I wanted to look yet. I planned on seeing how I felt when I got there. However, this caught me off guard. After loitering in the hall for quite some time I finally decided to go in.

I went through the day on approximately 3 hours sleep, afterall, that's all you really need the night before a funeral. I spent most of the day with my grandfather, since my grandmother was busy with her sisters. We laughed, we smiled. It was really nice. An old family friend came and I was surprised, I had forgotten all about him. I jumped up and said hello and he, too, spent the day laughing and smiling with my grandfather and I. They know how to cheer me up.

I was given a cd of pictures that I just now opened to look at.
I was surprised at the pictures I don't remember being taken, and the lost ones that I do.
I shared a few.

"Yeey that I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I shall fear no evil; for you are with me; thy rod, and thy staff- they comfort me."
Psalms 23:4

Winter, 95.