Although it was nice seeing my Pratt family again, I'm glad to finally be home.
If you don't mind, I won't pick apart my weekend and tell any stories just yet. Suffice it to say that the funeral went well and Grandma is not suffering anymore.
I don't think it really hit me that she was actually gone for good until last night after everything was over. I'm really going to miss her.
I'm beginning to think it just hurts to much to love people. There should be a way to turn it off.
Also, I hate to cry.
More later.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
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Sounds like my early life in the country, not exactly, but the struggling.
Olive used to go to the pasture and never was a problem but she is aging and I have to keep a shovel nearby.
As you said in your blog about Grandma, it is tough to love someone (whether human or canine)
I'm glad it is over, but you told it so well~
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