Last Monday morning, the head of my dad's family, my grandmother passed away at home. I was out of town staying with a friend after my recent breakup when I got the news. The rest of the week was anxiety and preparation.

Friday came and was time to travel. After 9+ hours in a car with my mother and sister and arriving to the funeral home to receive family, I relaxed for a bit until Saturday morning. A huge honor was given to me, as my aunt who handled the arrangements asked me to serve as a pallbearer for the service. My sister was asked to bring the offertory gifts. My family is roman catholic with my late grandmother very active in the church for over 40 years.

My father gave a lovely eulogy, and the service was wonderful, followed by a wonderful reception in the basement of the church. A lovely lunch and time with family was welcome by all. Relaxing for a few hours, the Irish Wake was commenced at my aunt's house with lots of food, alcohol, and music. One of the more fun moments of the wake was the majority of us singing along to Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young.

My father then took me to his favorite bar and treated me to 2 shots of Johnnie Walker Red blended scotch which was wonderful. The time at the bar, chatting, and singing along to The Doobie Brothers "Black Water" were wonderful. After the bar, a trip to a Chinese Buffet for dinner and then back to the house to relax.

After spending another 10+ hours in the car on the way back, I arrived both physically and emotionally exhausted. Although I am glad to be home, I really have no energy to do much of anything.