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batskeetsThe day after tomorrow, I'll be headed to LA for a short stay (returning Monday), to attend a remembrance for my grandpa.
Currently, the mere act of seeing a picture of him, or thinking for too long about him is enough to make my face crumple into a weepy mess. I imagine that seeing the rest of my family, some of whom are normally quite unflappable, in a state where they are feeling extremely... flapped? I don't know. I forget where I was going with that. But, yeah, I wasn't present when my grandmother passed, or in the days following, I don't really know what to expect, or how much I'll be able to hold my shit together.
Fortunately, I've had such a full workweek that there's been basically zero time to think about anything for more than the hottest of seconds. It weirds me out that I'm able to compartmentalize things to this degree, but I guess I really am the Stiff Upper Lip Girl, after all.
Currently, the mere act of seeing a picture of him, or thinking for too long about him is enough to make my face crumple into a weepy mess. I imagine that seeing the rest of my family, some of whom are normally quite unflappable, in a state where they are feeling extremely... flapped? I don't know. I forget where I was going with that. But, yeah, I wasn't present when my grandmother passed, or in the days following, I don't really know what to expect, or how much I'll be able to hold my shit together.
Fortunately, I've had such a full workweek that there's been basically zero time to think about anything for more than the hottest of seconds. It weirds me out that I'm able to compartmentalize things to this degree, but I guess I really am the Stiff Upper Lip Girl, after all.
