Celebration of Life

We had Grampie's celebration of life tonight, the burial is tomorrow.  I felt bad because I didn't cry really during it, I have no tears left to cry.  This summer has emotionally drained me like never before.  I'm exhausted on all fronts: mentally, emotionally, and physically.  I need to sleep for approximately 7551 years.  Give or take.  It was a beautiful ceremony, the flowers were gorgeous, there were funny and sweet pictures, the message of salvation (which Grampie had 2 different ones in his Bible and one was used for part of the message) was so clear and comforting.  Everybody shared such good memories during the ceremony, and of course my dad's cousin Wendy made everybody cry again with her memories (she did the same thing at my Grammie's ceremony).  I just didn't cry.  I shed maybe 2 tears during Wendy's stories, but that was it.  It'll hit me eventually, once I've had time to build up some emotion again, then it'll all go away in one fell swoop.  It's going to be a roller coaster ride for a while, and it's going to take a very long time to recover from this summer.  Thank goodness I have crafts to keep my hands busy while my mind wanders and tries to recover.  Hopefully I'll be going out soon to get the fabric I need for my Christmas presents, and I need to find sales on mason jars.  For now I'm going to work on finishing the afghan I was originally making for Grammie while she was in the nursing home so I can snuggle with it this winter.  Til next time.