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Moving On...

Well, I'm happy to report that we will be having Granny's funeral at her church, and we WON'T be paying the fee. My uncle called on a cousin of mine to preach the funeral, and he happened to be friends with the new pastor of our church. After the two of them had a conversation, everything was on-point. Not only will we not pay the fee, my cousin will stay over and preach at the church that Sunday morning. I'm so glad it worked out.

Now it's just a matter of getting through the other formalities -- like the service. One of my grandmother's favorites has agreed to sing, and I'm thinking about asking some of my good friends to perform, too. My mom asked me if I would sing, but I don't think I can handle it. Even though I'm sure Granny would love it -- she never got a chance to hear me sing in public -- I have a feeling that the emotion of the day won't allow me to do it. I'm not gonna plan on it, but I won't rule it out, either.

This is so new to me -- this grieving thing. I guess I should be thankful that I haven't had to experience a lot of tragedy -- and I am -- but I'm not really sure how to handle this new state of affairs. I find myself crying at all kinds of times, and I'm never really sure what'll set me off. I was listening to Marvin Gaye on the way to work, and I almost lost my mind as I drove. It was so bad that I had to hold my head in my hands at every stoplight. By the time I got to the job, I felt like I had been rode hard and put up wet. (Don't even try to understand that statement. One of the many things I got from Granny was her sayings, and trust, I have a million of 'em.)

At this point, I can only take this thing one day at a time. Stay tuned...

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