No more tears in heaven.

Our grandfather passed away one month to the day from my Grandmothers funeral.

After the day the priest came in, his brain swelled more, putting him in a sleeping state, but alert to people talking and able to react without opening his eyes or using the left side of his body. Since he had made it very clear to not be fed, and he was unable to eat on his own, his body was breaking down. The UW hospital in Madison let him be able to be transported back to where him and my Grandmother stayed, into the exact apartment even where he stayed by her side through her battle. He died peacefully in his sleep, without pain.

The memorial service and funeral were held in the small town of Bronson, Michigan, where him and my grandmother had spent thier lives together. They were beautiful services, and in a bittersweet way, it brought our family together. My grandparents were the rocks of our family. With both of them gone, things are going to be so much different. My family has taken a lot of hits and I'm confident we're strong. I watched my dad cry for the first time in my life in church as I sat next to him at the funeral. This was a heavy experience for us all. He lost both parents in a month.

On a lighter note, I was lucky enough to ride to Michigan with my parents and Emily got stuck riding with my two other sisters, a baby and a husband. Muhaha. She texted me bitching asking why SHE had to ride with them, and that she's staying in my room at the hotel though- because at my Grandmas funeral, apparantly she was drunk the night before and was super hungover and puking the whole day. Way to go Em! lol.. Yeah it happenned again. My parents gave me the order to be stylist for her, and to make sure no stomach boob or ass was hanging out anywhere. She forgot her clothes and borrowed some from my sister Betsy.. without trying them on. This was an adventure all in itself. We managed to plan out the outfits for the weekend, all was well. Although i'm not too sure about the blue short dress with a purple scarf she wore to the funeral. What's life without expression though right? I talked to the kids a few days later as I was walking down State Street, one of my almost daily things. They let me know that they didn't lose the yen I gave them yet... Emily just decided to put it somewhere and now they can't remember where.. but, they aren't lost. Typical. Sheesh.