I cry in church for all the wrong reasons. A new Catholic church, for example, seems like blasphemy. Catholic churches should be creaky and old and haunting. So maybe I shed a tear today about the newness of the place, the padded pews, the carpet, etc...it seems so wrong.
Day Two of this blog seems like a bad place to introduce death, but I gotta roll with things as they come. My grandmother's funeral was today, and I did, in fact, cry, despite being an emotional cripple. Seeing my mother's head sandwiched comfortably between her siblings after 20 years of estrangement turned on the waterworks. With death comes new life. I have no idea where we go from here, but I am optimistic. Rest in Peace, Nana.
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