Today was the funeral of my grandfather, Stan Johns. It is the first funeral I have ever been to for somebody that I knew. I went to the funeral home with Lyndon, his girl friend Karen, and Jett. We got there about 15 minutes before it started. I expected the mood to be extremely somber but it really wasn't. We talked with several relatives before the ceremony and everybody just seemed happy to see each other. The pastor said that everybody expresses their feelings for loss differently. I guess with the Johns family our way of dealing with most things is through humor.
During the ceremony Jett behaved relatively well. He spent most of the time tearing up the pack of kleenex on our seat into little bits and dropping them on the floor and banging the hymn book into its holder and pulling it back out again. Near the end I had to take him out because he started making a lot of noise, but overall I was happy with his behavior.
After the funeral we went with most of the family to a nearby restaurant to eat and socialize. It was fun being able to catch up with Matthew and Mark and their mom, Karen.
Later in the evening we went to a concert thing where Richard Harrow was performing and doing the sound for an excellent musician named Steve Pineo (Lynn got me his CD). There were a couple of finale songs done by four musicians. During the second to last song the emotion of the song hit me in such a way that I began to cry very hard for the loss of grandpa. It was the first time I had cried for his loss. I am really going to miss him. Rest in peace gramps.
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Hey Tymon,
I was sorry to hear about your loss. You're lucky to have had him around so that Bridget & your children could meet & get to know him; all of my grandparents passed away several years ago. Also, you have an amazing support system in your family which will help you heal. Take care.
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