Denial

I don't think it's really sunk in yet. I still don't feel like he's gone, but I'm sure it will sink in that I will never hug my grandfather again by tomorrow. That is the day of the funeral after all. I'm expecting to cry ... a lot, and to wish I saw him one last time, and hope that we will meet in another lifetime.

Yesterday most of my immediate family gathered at my grandmother's house to meet the minister and to discuss the plans for Ol' Dans' funeral. The family members who attended were Grandma, Mum, Dad, Young Danny, Sam, Connor, Uncle Allen, Uncle Danny, Aunty Mary, and Jim. Mark, Ross, and Aunty Mary didn't come because who knows why. My grandmother cried of course, but I was there to console her, i thought it was odd that I was the only one doing so.

We completely sorted out the funeral, although that doesn't make dealing with the day any easier. I've never been to a funeral before, so I don't really know what to expect, the most important thing is that my family is here, and although their is already a massive amount of drama, I don't think I would make my family any different...