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Really, I'm okay. Now that the initial, "wow, it happened, and like that?" has worn off, I don't feel much different. I mean, my dad's ok (for now) and my mom's rather emotional so I mostly need to take care of them, but I've got a pretty accepting view of death. It happens. I dislike funerals more because I find the practice of displaying someone's dead body more morbid than it needs to be. That's not them anyway, it's just a shell. Whatever afterlife or not you may believe in, a corpse is just a corpse to me, even if they look like a dear friend or family member.
But thank you for all the well-wishes, it's going to be quite stressful. Dad's side of the family aren't exactly the most sensitive of people, and despite what Dad may appear, they can get to him. Not only that, the day of the showing (Sunday) Missy is getting moved in to her dorm. Maybe this makes me a bad person, but when grandma died I had finals, so I didn't have to go to that funeral, and I was kind of glad for it. I never liked the stares because I wasn't crying at the other funerals I went to. I know, people need a chance to grieve and stuff, but I guess I just do it differently. Funerals mostly just wear me out.
I'm more annoyed that yesterday I was ranting about petty things than anything. Way to be shallow, Cendri.
In the meantime, I've got work. Waiting on a meeting and the like. I came in late because, well, no one's around much and the meeting wouldn't happen until afternoon anyway. Plus I wanted to sleep. I've been wanting to sleep a lot lately. Not good, but eh, I can indulge it sometimes.
~Cendri
P.S. Here, have amazing xkcd fic. Better yet have two.
But thank you for all the well-wishes, it's going to be quite stressful. Dad's side of the family aren't exactly the most sensitive of people, and despite what Dad may appear, they can get to him. Not only that, the day of the showing (Sunday) Missy is getting moved in to her dorm. Maybe this makes me a bad person, but when grandma died I had finals, so I didn't have to go to that funeral, and I was kind of glad for it. I never liked the stares because I wasn't crying at the other funerals I went to. I know, people need a chance to grieve and stuff, but I guess I just do it differently. Funerals mostly just wear me out.
I'm more annoyed that yesterday I was ranting about petty things than anything. Way to be shallow, Cendri.
In the meantime, I've got work. Waiting on a meeting and the like. I came in late because, well, no one's around much and the meeting wouldn't happen until afternoon anyway. Plus I wanted to sleep. I've been wanting to sleep a lot lately. Not good, but eh, I can indulge it sometimes.
~Cendri
P.S. Here, have amazing xkcd fic. Better yet have two.
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