So yesterday about 4:30 pm my Step-Grandmother called me and said my Grandfather had passed away during surgery.
Apparently his heart couldn't take whatever they were doing and well.... yeah.
The only times I've stopped crying is for breif moments when I'm packing for the weekend or when I pause in the proccess of my yarn ball.
Now both my mothers' parents are gone..... my family is slowly shrinking and my greatest fear of being alone just took a step closer and glared at me.
The other kicker is yesterday was his birthday.... excellent isn't it!
The step-gram is working it out so we can have the funeral tommarow morning before I go out to fest, "Papa" already has his plot in Fort Snelling and the step-gram isnt going to bother with a wake just a visitation before the funeral tommarow morning.
Through my tears and hurt I made a comment to a dear friend and it upset him, for this I could never appoligize enough.
I'm hoping this weekend will be ok, I will just throw on my "mask" and pretend that everything is going great and just as I have in the past so many times my tears shall be bottled away and I will try to enjoy myself with my friends. Try is the key word.
This weekend at fest is the dance party, I'm hoping to go Neko if -03- will let me bum his other ears, that should cheer my gloomy-ass up... I hope.