grandad.

so, my grandad's funeral. it wasn't fun. my mum was doing that thing where she's trying not to cry in front of me and my sister, cause she thinks it'll upset us. what she doesn't realize is it's worse for us seeing her putting so much effort into hiding her pain. and my poor grandma, bless her, didn't know what was happening. she kept thinking my uncle paul was her husband. although she knew somebody was missing, she'd suddenly stop chattering inanely and say, "it's very quiet here, isn't it. where's gerald, is he working?" i guess it was better for her not knowing what was going on though. something that really made me angry was my aunt, asking how much my grandad's lovely first-edition history books were worth. we hadn't even had the funeral yet and she was thinking about selling his stuff!
          the funeal itself was horrible. i don't really want to talk about it tbh. i just miss him so much.