Tomorrow my baby sister graduates and we'll celebrate this milestone in her life with food and drink. I'll welcome the joy of the occasion. The next day we drive home for my grandfather's wake and we bury him on Monday. I've had no time to even grieve, though I'm sure I'm putting my grief into other actions. I am so, so grateful for other actions.
My cousins left the hotel room a little while ago and I played Roy Orbison's Crying because it was one of my grandfather's favorite songs. I couldn't even cry, I'm too tired. I also have to write something to say at the service on Monday. This week can't be over soon enough. But, I have work to do. Sad face. Grumble, grumble.