Not much new, I'm afraid. Still looking for real work. Have been feeling lonely and depressed recently, so I haven't really dome as much as I should have in that regard. Not a very good excuse, but there it is. Just thought I should update, since I haven't done so in quite a while.

A very difficult weekend

So...
I was very happy about CHis and Libby's wedding. Even if it did pour down rain all day so they had to have it in a church instead of on the beach. And the reception was still on the beach in a crowded tent and it was very cold. But it was good to be around everybody again, given what else we were all there for. I have pictures from both the weddings and will post those at some point, I swear.
The funeral was... emotional. It was sad because Pop-pop's gone, but we were all moved by how many people were there and what they all had to say. I actually think I laughed more than I cried, and really, that makes it a good day, doesn't it? I miss him. A lot. I'm still having a hard time accepting that he's gone. Being in the house in Erie was tough for me because he wasn't there. He's always been there, sitting in his big easy chair in the back room, reading the paper or watching the news. I know he loved me, and I love him, too. It was good to have everybody around for support. These things are never easy, but it always helps to have family there to help you through it.
I was able to get down to MEadville on Monday night and see Jess, giver her her birthday present and spernd some time with here. Also saw Sam, briefly, and Evil Thom. Missed Rose completely, but I'll call her in a couple days on her birthday. Also would have liked to see Francesca, but just ran out of time. Oh well, I'll call her this weekend I guess. Or sometime this week after 8, when I have unlimited minutes.
I know there was something else I wanted to say here, but I suddenly forgot what it was. I'm sure I'll think of it at like, 4am and sit bolt upright and then try to fight the urge to get online and write it out immediately.

Pop-Pop

My grandfather passed away at 4am Wednesday. I found out that night, and after I managed to pull myself together some, I went over to my parents' and spent the night. Dad made pancakes at like, 11pm, which was oddly comforting. THey were very irregular, blobby shaped pancakes which somehow felt appropriate.
I'm driving up to Erie today for Libby and Chris' wedding tomorrow. The Funeral service is Monday, and a memorial at the cemetary is Tuesday morning. I'm glad he was able to make it back to Erie before the end. He was in the hospital where he spent most of his professional career, so I know they took good care of him. And most of his children were there, too. Unfortunately my uncle Bob couldn't make it, but he had been there recently. I'm glad I got the chance to speak with him last weekend before things got too bad.
Everything just seems so empty right now. It's hard to get my head around the fact that he's really gone. HE always seemed so invincible.