And then it hit me.


The psyche is a funny thing.

My paternal grandfather died on Friday, after a long period of being in and out of the hospital with heart problems.  I thought that I, while sad, was dealing with things fairly well until today, when I started thinking about my grandmothers and damn near collapsed from tears.

Perhaps it is just regret at not being able to go to the funeral, perhaps just normal mourning, but it was remembering my maternal grandmother's funeral that got to me.  Something about, just, well, all of it.

I haven't talked about it too much, and really had no intention of mentioning it here.  Then I remembered that that's the reason I have a blog – to put stuff like this out there and out of my head.


I love this picture of my grandfather.  I have no idea who took it, or even when.  I only remember it being on the wall of my mom's house for, well, forever.  It was my grandfather's favorite photo of himself.  He was a huge fan of westerns and of Louis Lamour novels in particular; this was his cowboy photo.


Read and post comments | Send to a friend


Leave a comment

Filed under 51841

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s