I spent a full week up in Kalamazoo helping my mother with everything that needed to be done - not that we got everything done, but we got a lot done.
My grandfather's funeral went fabulously - if such a thing can go fabulously. There was a large turnout, people said the right things, and it was a very nice occasion.
Matt was sweet - when I found out that my mother was going to be up alone at my grandfather's house, working on estate things, I decided to stay. And Matt told me that I should stay "as long as necessary, but not a second longer." And so I stayed until other members of my family came back up to Michigan.
I'm starting to get back into the swing of things here - as my grandfather really lived in the middle of nowhere on a lake, I had no internet and limited cell phone service - usually when I'm without internet, I check my mail on my phone, and I'm able to keep up that way - but at my grandfather's, I'm lucky if I can make and receive calls, and any supplementary services are a dream that will never come true.
So I came home to 200 emails.
In each of my email inboxes.
Which, understandably, took a while to go through.
Tomorrow, I'm working on a quilt I'm making for my mom out of some of my grandfather's things, and possibly making blueberry jam. Which is a lot more fun than sitting around and moping, which is what I've been doing for the past week or so. And I'm going to stop.