Monday I attended the funeral of my Grandmother, who passed away on July 19th at the age of 92.
Monday also marked the first time I saw my Mother in over seven years (since my Father's funeral).

One can only imagine how completely traumatizing that was for me.

I've been away for so long many people didn't recognize me. I'm not sure if that should hurt or be a blessing. 'The good ones' reared their heads and 'the other ones' behaved exactly as I had expected. All in all it was a terribly long, exhausting day. It feels as if it's still going on as well. I think I'm still in shock over a few events that took place and hope I don't have to deal with another funeral for a very long time.