We put Grandfather into the memorial wall yesterday. Yeah, I know, what does this have to do with my divorce? Well you know, not everything is about that. There are other people in the world with other problems. Grandpa, well he doesn't have to worry about that anymore.
The memorial ceremony was nice. It was long enough to be thoughtful, but short enough to not become maudlin. The pews were full with many people who already missed my grandfather. I was happy to see them all there. I figure if 5 people show up to my funeral, I'll stand up out of the coffin and wave. Sure they might pass out, but that's more people than I expect.
I did miss MyUnwife a little during the proceedings. I sat watching my uncles' wives comforting them as the priest gave the eulogy, and I wanted that. Not their wives to comfort me, but I missed having someone there for that—for me. Despite all the mean, nasty, cruel things I say about MyUnwife, there were times she could be caring in just the right way. I miss that.
After the ceremony we went back to my grandmother's place. Walmart donated all the food we could ever need, and everybody ate laughed and remembered Grandpa. He would have liked that. My dad and I sat in the back room, where he asked me questions about my divorce. He's great that way. He cares, so he starts asking all this qualifying questions. Not to change my mind or anything, just to make sure he understands what's going on, and by proxy, I understand as well. Yeah sitting over ham and cheese, Dad helped me bury my own dead. I guess everything is really about that.
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