It hasn't even been two weeks since the day I heard that Memere had died, yet it feels like so much longer. And now, not even a week since hearing that Pepere had gone too, I'm left feeling empty and confused. Two funerals in as many weeks. My eyes are sore and my mind hurts. It's strange trying to deal with grief. One minute I can be laughing, and the next I feel depressed and irritable.
These past 2 weeks have brought back a lot of childhood memories. Christmases and summers playing and visiting my grandparents. I realized how much they have been a part of my life, and I will miss them greatly.
Though I grieve and mourn for a while, I am comforted to know that they are no longer suffering and are in a better place. That knowledge and belief, amidst all my other religious confusion, makes me smile. I know they are happy and that I will see them again.