Just got back from Michigan. Normally going there is a blast, but this time it was with a heavy heart. My grandmother passed away exactly one week ago today. She lost her battle with Parkinson's and Alzheimer's. She fought the diseases for about three or four years. It was weird saying good-bye. My mom and her siblings chose a vault that had tokens on the lid and all the immediate family got one. I wear mine on a chain.So, yeah, I'm trying to remember all the good times and remembering that it's okay to laugh and all that despite not having my grandma around any more. Her absence is sharp. At least she's not hurting anymore.
Although we were there for a sad occasion, I have to admit it was nice seeing my family. They all live in Michigan and we used to go up at least every other summer, but that stopped after 2004. Hopefully we'll go up more and I plan to move there for grad school.
While I was up there, I did some fun things, between all the crying and stuff. I went in a plane with my cousin. He flies for a living. It was a blast! My first time in an airplane. I enjoyed it. I also reminded my cousins I'm now 21 and can go into bars. They all couldn't believe I am now old enough to have a drink with them. I'm not the little one begging to go along anymore. I'm just as adult as they are. It was funny. I saw two of my cousins' new places. I wanted to pack their homes in my suitcase and bring them home. One lives in a really neat apartment. I could see myself living there. The other has a huge house described as a "mansion", a "palace" and a "castle" but I just think it's a really awesome house. While I was there, I had my MP3 and my cousin hooked it up to his sound system and I found out he knows MCR. I figured once I got out of the southern states I would find people who knew my favorite band.
It was cold up there and of course I wore a dress to the funeral. Guess what I got: a cold. But it's worth it. I wasn't missing my chance to say good-bye.
Well, now I'm home again and back to class on Tuesday now that Easter has come. It's so weird going back to a regular routine even though it's not perfectly regular. I want this semester to hurry up and finish so we can head back to Michigan for a little while to see the family again and visit my grandma's grave.
Okay, I'm going to stop this before I start bawling my eyes out again.
Redhead out.
Peace.
