*** warning, just in case, but I get super blase about death in this journal ***

Just a shout out to the people who wished me well and whatnot yesterday. As I've said to a few of my close friends, I'm pretty much totally fine. The death of my grandfather didn't shock or upset me, since I wasn't massively close to him, so I'll be okay. Most of the messages I would pass to my mum, since it's her father that was lost. She also took it very well, thanks mostly in part to the fact that Granddad lived a hell of a life and frankly, it was about time he just rest.

I mean shit, you survive the Navy Submarine sorties in world war 2, line dancing in your 70s and THREE strokes, I think that you deserve a good rest, y'know? Hell even the way he died was quiet and natural, as he was found one morning with an open newspaper in his hands, lying in his chair and looking incredibly asleep, no signs of struggle or pain whatsoever. The hell with a blaze of glory, I'd like to wake up one morning, read a newspaper and just think "eh, I think I should let it go I guess" and have Death be all "wow you're a boring sod, 'aintcha?"

It's been hella stressful for mum this past month, but it's all done, reception was lovely, funeral went off without a hitch, weather never rained even though it REALLY wanted to... A perfect, stress free send off. Now I'm back to normal and will be answering emails, sorting Confuzzled commissions and all that good stuff.

So yes, once more, thankyou all, I'll be fine, and take care of yourselves <3

Peace!