Aaaaahhhh #2

So we got back from the funeral like, 15 minutes ago. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. For me, at least.

My brother was a blubbering mess within 10 minutes, my mum after 20, my dad after 30. I didn't cry at all. It made me feel really selfish. I don't know why, but I just couldn't cry.

So then most people went off to the burial, and I went back to my grandma and grandpa's house to help set up for when everyone came back.

So then when everyone got back to the house, I was swamped with people saying how 'grown up' I was. I am not grown up. I have a 6 year old's face, and a 12 year old's body. It is ridiculous. But anyway, considering most of these people havn't seen me since I was like, 2, I think it's pretty fair.

And then I started talking to my godmother and her sister, and weirdly got onto the subject of how it's really confusing when two people have the same name. And other stuff, like what my favourite subject is in school.

So there was a lot of speeking done on my family's part, my mum and my brotehr did one. My brother's took like, 25 seconds. But people were still complimenting him on it, hours afterward.

And there was a whole movie thing with photos from G.G's (that's what we always called her, but her name's Edna) whole life. Apparently, I look like her from when she was younger, and my brother is supposedly the 'spitting image' of her son, our grandpa. There were photos of her on her 90th birthday, when she was 'Dame Edna' for the day. I think I might put a photo of her up. =]

So that's my great grandma, on her 90th birthday. *note the tiara*

She lived a long, fruitful life.

She has ridden elephants, flown over the Antarctic, sewn whole suits and even things as small as Barbie clothes for her grandaughter and her two great grandaughters.

Her favourite saying was originally "Aren't we lucky we all get along so well, when so many other families fight all the time?"

So yeeeaaaahhh.

-Rachael