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It's been a long week, one filled with rollercoasters both literal and figurative.
So, my Grandpa passed away on Tuesday, and as those things do, it brought the whole family together. My grandparents had five children. Three of them still live a 5 minute drive apart. Between all of them there are 9 grandchildren, and five of us are still in town. One of my cousins who flew in for the funeral gets married in Louisiana next week. The day of the funeral I also went to a wedding. It felt simultaneously strange and right that these things happened the same day.
Yesterday I spent all day giddy on rollercoasters, and today I went to Grandpa's internment (the holiday weekend kept a service postponed until today). There are so many great stories and memories of my Grandpa. He smiled and sang all the time; at the funeral it was recounted how, when the nursing facility where he was receiving physical therapy wouldn't let my Grandma stay overnight with him anymore, he basically walked out and arranged to get therapy at home. On his way out, he put his thumb on his nose and wiggled his fingers at the staff. This morning, among crews taking down memorial day flags, there was a service at the Fort Snelling cemetery. An honor guard did a 21 gun salute, played Taps, and presented my Grandmother with a folded flag and three spent shells. I visited my other Grandparents while I was there, both buried up on a hill directly across from the airport. You start to get a sense of the enormity of the place from up there- the precise rows of identical white headstones go as far as you can see, lined up on every diagonal. It's kind of eerie.
Life Goes On.
I just applied for another job.
The rantings of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
echoegami help me remember to not give up on my search. Despite really awesome coworkers, damn, it'd be nice to leave the bead one of these days.
I've spent some very lovely time outdoors lately, ignoring the score I need to work on, and canoeing and watching turtles and roller-coasting and running around instead.
I think that's okay.
So, my Grandpa passed away on Tuesday, and as those things do, it brought the whole family together. My grandparents had five children. Three of them still live a 5 minute drive apart. Between all of them there are 9 grandchildren, and five of us are still in town. One of my cousins who flew in for the funeral gets married in Louisiana next week. The day of the funeral I also went to a wedding. It felt simultaneously strange and right that these things happened the same day.
Yesterday I spent all day giddy on rollercoasters, and today I went to Grandpa's internment (the holiday weekend kept a service postponed until today). There are so many great stories and memories of my Grandpa. He smiled and sang all the time; at the funeral it was recounted how, when the nursing facility where he was receiving physical therapy wouldn't let my Grandma stay overnight with him anymore, he basically walked out and arranged to get therapy at home. On his way out, he put his thumb on his nose and wiggled his fingers at the staff. This morning, among crews taking down memorial day flags, there was a service at the Fort Snelling cemetery. An honor guard did a 21 gun salute, played Taps, and presented my Grandmother with a folded flag and three spent shells. I visited my other Grandparents while I was there, both buried up on a hill directly across from the airport. You start to get a sense of the enormity of the place from up there- the precise rows of identical white headstones go as far as you can see, lined up on every diagonal. It's kind of eerie.
Life Goes On.
I just applied for another job.
The rantings of
echoegami help me remember to not give up on my search. Despite really awesome coworkers, damn, it'd be nice to leave the bead one of these days.I've spent some very lovely time outdoors lately, ignoring the score I need to work on, and canoeing and watching turtles and roller-coasting and running around instead.
I think that's okay.
