girlofprey

It's weird - this morning I don't feel any different. I just feel like she's at the house up the hill from us again, and I'm just not involved with her the way I'm usually not. I keep having to remind myself that she's died. I think the funeral will probably be the hardest - my maternal grandmother had dementia before she died as well, and I felt much the same way, but then ended up crying out of the blue at her funeral. That's when you look back at the times when you were close, and what you lost altogether, I guess. Another reason why they're good things to have, I think.