So, the day after my last post I got two phone calls from my sister. The first said that our grandmother was sick again and I should come home that weekend. The second (less than 20 minutes later) was the come home right now, she's dying call.
My grandmother died Friday, August 19th.
Later in the day, I was driving back to Maine because my mother and I would have killed eachother if I were there all weekend. As I was stopping to put gas in my car at the Maine Turnpike rest stop, Aaron Shute called me and asked if I was going to the party. I said what party and it got ugly from there. There was yelling witht he windows open and people staring. And it was a lucky thing that I had offered my car to someone for the evening already because I would have done something stupid and mean, Which I don't do. (I do stupid, and I do mean, but I a void both at the same time.)
The funeral services we Monday and Tuesday. Both my Grandma and I wore harlot red. Danny came with me. I didn't cry until, at the actual service, I looked at Meredith who had tears streaming down her face. Cait and I lost it at the same time.
To bury her, we stood on my grandfather's grave.
After, work was work. I had a couple minor altercations with a higher up. I tried not to be twitchy.
Danny came to stay with me at the end of the summer for a few days before we left on the journey.
Went as far as Wisconsin, flew back, cried minimally where people could see.
Jason just called me and that was exciting. He's doing well. He reenlisted and is heading over seas. I'm really lad he called.
OK. KAREOKE...
birthday Debauchery
Other Summer Stuff
My creep of a boyfriend...taking yet another unflattering picture of me.
The banathalon cheerleaders
My Winning Banathalon Team
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