So I went to my uncle's funeral. It was very nice, and I'm glad that I went. It did hurt me a little that they mentioned another great-niece who passed away many years ago, but didn't mention Brenna who passed away four months ago. I didn't say anything, because really what you are supposed to say? No one said anything about my loss. Not one person. No one said anything about me being sick, or having surgery or anything. I wondered if they even knew! It wasn't that I wanted them to baby me, but at the very least I thought I might get a "how are you feeling"! Those of you who've experienced a loss know what I mean; not saying anything really is worse than saying the wrong thing. But I didn't expect anything so I wasn't let down.
The four month anniversary of Brenna's birth/death was yesterday. I went to my hometown since they were having their "big" fireworks celebration that day. They day went fine, we had fun. I drank a little too much, and on the way homethe tears started and I couldn't stop them. That is VERY unusual for me. I am a super-happy drinker.
I guess that has changed, just like everything else.