Funerals. Urgh...

And tomorrow they bury my dad's uncle. For him, I'll choke down my usual desire to be anywhere but where there are dead people, and be a man about going to the funeral.

Joe always intimidated me, not because he was mean to me, but because when I was around him, I usually couldn't help but compare myself to him. He worked harder than hell through his entire life, and I've gotten by with working as hard as I have to in order to get by. If I was in his place, I honestly don't know if I would have done as well as he did.

He really died years ago, or at least everything that made up who he was started to fade away, so it's a kindness to him to no longer have to hold on. And it'll be nice to get a chance to visit my grandparents' graves again - thanks to where they're buried being over an hour from where I live now, I haven't had a chance to visit them since before Joe started to go.

I miss you, Uncle Joe. But I hope that wherever you are, there are plenty of Baptists to complain about, and lots of peppermint ice cream for you to eat.

New friend on the list...

I was just skimming Sonya's friends page and found an entry by Petfish that was just too utterly . . . Well, utterly something, so I added her to my own friends list.