So Here's how this Goes.

Grandpa's funeral was today.
Step-gma was all shakey and tipping over the whole time.
We bought 2 dozen roses and gave them out, I put three on Grandma's headstone because they wanted to be buried together anyways, and then I put one on Grandpa's (He had enough from other people.)

I will forever miss going to Grandpa's house and watching him put in milk before his tea. I will forever miss cabbage rolls and those gaudy, ugly teapots and seafoam colored walls.
R.I.P Grandpa

Then we went to the church, met someone who knew my grandma (she died when I was two.)
Then out to a Linner (lunch/dinner) to one of his favorite spots, had his favorite cellery bread, then we went to his old ice cream spot, then we left. On the way back to the chruch to get my uncles' car, ym mom gets a call saying that grandpa's brain is bleeding.


Holy fucking shit.



Basically, when he had his stroke X amount of years ago, his brain bled which led to parlysis, lost the ability to speak coherently (all he could do was swear, and sing in French. Yeah, appaerntly having a stroke teaches you a language you never knew before, Who knew?) anyways, he had been acting weird the apst couple of days so I dunno if it had been bleeding for a while or if it happened there cuz I'm not about to ask my mom.

My aunt was calling my mom and filling her in, BAWLING, both of them. and I was texting my cousin keeping her informed, and I think she was crying too because her messages were all pretty blah. I tried not to cry, but I did. jsut abit, not one noticed, which isn't hard to do.

(once I was bawling ym eyes out in the car with the radio off, reading this incredibly sad book, which is now my favorite [Between Mom & Jo by Julie Ann Peters] and NO ONE NOTICED. Like, snot rags gallore, I had to stop every sentence or two to clear my eyes, I lost all my makeup in that fit, and no one noticed! Ouch.)

Anyways, he's feeling better, we think because he's acting better than he did yesterday.
Oh, And Grandma says she won't make it to Christmas. ( her brithday)
and the doctors said that Grandpa wouldn't make it through the week, but they also said he would die the first time this happened.


Please don't die grandpa, you still have a life, you still have family.

Such is how it goes,
Rain Dots

Chanson du Jour: Boats and Birds by Gregory and the Hawk